Freya's POV
Girls Hangout
"It was really tasty. Thank you," Freydis hums in satisfaction, her voice a soft melody of appreciation as she leans back in her chair, patting her stomach.
I nod in agreement, my own satisfaction mirroring hers. After I finished unpacking, Levina busied herself in the kitchen, preparing a homemade stew that filled the house with a savory, mouthwatering aroma. When she finally served it, the rich flavors and tender meat had everyone at the table nodding in silent approval. Now, with everyone done eating, except for Lyra, who’s still slowly working through her second helping, we’re all settled into an easy rhythm of conversation, catching up on old times.
The room is cozy, the crackling fire adding to the warmth of the space as we talk. But every now and then
