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"Yay!" She was excited as soon as they were on the move, even though she was sure they weren't headed anywhere specific. Still, adventure! She bounced in place, looking behind her up at the reaper dorms to make sure no one was watching them from any windows. No one named Hel, especially. Then she turned around, accidentally got some of Herryk's hair in her mouth, and made several silly sounds trying to get it out.

"Foxfires? Ja, I LOVE foxfires!" Not in the way Herryk meant, of course, but.. "They are so softs, the softest things ever. I likes to cuddle in their fur. How come? Do yeh likes them too?" She bent her head down and buried her face in his cape. "Yeh likes soft things, hah?"

Freya had gone quiet for a moment, and she had lifted her head to watch Herryk while he talked about his foxfires. He was smitten. He looked like a scareling with a fresh bag of trick or treat candy. He loved those foxfires fiercely.

And she was jealous.

Except.

"Wait. Did you says one of your foxfires is names Freyja?" She asked, her voice a little scratchy. She cleared it, and repeated herself. "Freyja? That is my name in my home tongue. Freyja. In fact.." When she really thought about it, she was starting to come to a very strange conclusion. "All the names you has said, they are names I has heard. Herryk, are you also a Norwegian creation?"

Their destination suddenly became the last thing on her mind.

Freya craned her head to look at the runes, which she had not previously taken a good look at because it meant staring at his chest. His chest was very distracting. Even now it tried to pull her attention away. She focused hard on them, and set her finger on one.

"Thurisaz." She muttered darkly. "That ones, it means Thor. Ja, yeh're Norwegian all right. Or, well I guess yeh cans be something similar, but - we grew up learning the Germanic alphabet." She squinted at the other two, and a blush kissed her cheeks. "Except I wasn't payings much attention during classtimes. Papa would yell a lot, and says things. But ja.. this one, it's Thur. Thor." She spat out the last word, clearly disgusted with the word.

Her entire mood lifted when she realized that Herryk had mentioned Lattice. She crawled up higher, barely keeping herself contained. "Yeh knows Lattice?! Lattice is my very favorite! She is the nicest, I loves her!" She sighed wistfully. "So different from my sisters. She's gentle, and she doesn't always want to fights with me. I am glad for this because she would skewer me lots, and I would bleed and die, hah. But you knows Lattice too!" Freya smacked Herryk on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "I guess you do has good taste, Herryk!"

There was a strange, and completely unwanted feeling when Herryk shared the bit about Lattice receiving Herryk's cape. She actually refused to acknowledge the twang of jealousy, because this was Lattice, and also why should she care? She felt.. kind of empowered by the fact that she refused to get irrational about it. It was a first for her.

She was proud.

"Clothes, hah? What, I thoughts yeh like walking around showing off the meats." She patted Herryk's chest twice just as a joke, but it was really hard to pull her hand away. Really hard. Kind of awkward, how slowly she managed to do it. She was really terrible at subterfuge. "Uhhh, so. Lattice." Right. They were talking about Lattice. Focus. "She came to my dorms, because she heard me sing, and wanted to hear more. I loves Lattice. She is likes to me a sister. I would gives my bloods for her just as I woulds Hel."

These last words were said with a familiar tone, but one Herryk had never heard. It was the voice of a valkyrie, proud and true. She hadn't spent a lot of time with Lattice, but the time had been well spent, regardless. And now, she wouldn't hesitate before fighting for the ghoul.

Freya's happy, fierce contentment shattered like glass when he mentioned singing. "No, yeh don't wants to hear meh sings. It.. it'll make yeh sad. Wouldn't want to make yeh sad, Herryk." If her voice had, maybe, just a wee bit less Fear in it, she probably would have enjoyed singing in public. She used to, in fact. Until that one, poor little ghoul.

"I tries not to sings out loud, just in case. When Lattice caught me, I was in my dorms, and I didn't realize how thin the walls were. I would feels bad for my neighbors, except my only neighbor right now is Hel! And she doesn't get sad when I sings."

She felt the surge of desire for a new topic overtake her, and looked around quickly. "Ah, maybe if we goes that way, down the roads to where those shops are, we finds a place for eating?"

"Yeh would win that bet." Freya barked out in a laugh, ruffling his hair playfully. "My voice is very nice. Just. Makes people sad to hears it. Don't know if I can explains. Maybe one day when you breaks my heart I sing and makes you just as sad, ja?" She laughed and pointed in another direction. "Let's try that, it looks promising."

It didn't.

"Hel is best sister. She is my life, I wills to die for her. Always. When did you first meets Hel?"

"Haha, we'll see, we'll see." She put her chin up on the top of his head, glaring down at the shopfront critically, but even as she tried to decide if this was the one, she continued the chat merrily.

"Oh! That was the first times yeh mets her? Here I thought my sister had met everyone in the schools already. Very friendly. She gets all the friends." Freya's voice did not sound upset at this notion, there was only fondness when she spoke of Hel. "But yes, she is very nice ghoul."

She turned her head to look at Herryk, instead of the shop, when he asked her the question. Those blue eyes narrowed mischievously, and she was clearly about to be a little flirting brat. "Hah.." She snickered, taking the question completely inappropriately. "Freya likes. Freya likes very much."

Stop being terrible please, Freya.

"Oh, and the shop looks okays too!"

Terrible.