#freya pre god of war . ― . ᚠ

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(To Freya) Since Freyr refused to answer, we want to know if there’s any Vanir herbs safe for humans to consume?

"Well, assuming you are asking Freyr, I'm going to assume you might be asking what herbs are safe to consume that also will give you an enjoyable night?" Freya questioned as she placed a hand on her hip.

"Do you know how many nights I had to take care of him, making sure he didn't chase after a frog wanting to kiss it because 'she had the most beautiful voice?'" She couldn't help but chuckle a little as she waved her hand up. "Of course, I know safe herbs you can eat, but I do need you to be straight with me. Are you looking for sustainable herbs to add flavor to food, or do you want to get a high safely?"

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So Freya, was that true? That Freyr said you fell off the stairs drunk before?

Freya's hand brushed against her forehead as her thumb and pointer finger pressed firmly against skin to massage her brow. "Unfortunately.... yes," Freya nearly grumbled as her twin was getting his revenge by telling stories about her now. Well, she could play this game.

"I did, but at least I saved the wine. You never waste vanaheim wine, especially strawberry! At least I didn't break my nose or my foot."

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Hail Freyja

Hail to the mighty Vanadis

Hail to the beautiful sister of Freyr

Hail to the Lady of spinning, seidh, love, and passion

Bless and walk with us this day

A familiar prayer, one she had heard on the lips of people before. She never understood how she had such devotion but she never dissuaded people from praying to her in times of need or comfort. If she heard the prayer, she would come to her people, to help them. Listen, learn, to find out what they needed.

Freya selflessly aids her people, and she will always do so, in whatever they need. "I hope you are well, friend," she responds with a smile.

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[warmaiidens]

Freya brushed her hands against the dirt, her brows furrowed. Someone had been hunting, and the splatter of blood stained the ground where the animal had run and no doubt didn't get far. However, it was suffering and it would continue to do so until its life was ended or saved. The tracks veered right, as it seemed to avoid the river. Water would carry the blood and attract other predators so it was trying to stay on land.

The witch stood up when suddenly she heard movement from behind. She glanced over her shoulder and as if by fate, the woman spoke of a wounded animal. "So you are the hunter who tracks this beast," Freya said, as she looked at the woman. She was not Vanir by the way she dressed and spoke. Her assumption came that she must be from Midgard or perhaps Jotunheim. "You are not of Vanaheim, so the wildlife is a bit more resilient here than elsewhere. The animal still lives, but is badly wounded. She suffers, so it's best if we end her life quickly, and I would advise you to thank Vanaheim for the sacrifice," Freya said. The land was alive, it wasn't like the other realms. Vanaheim lived and breathed through the plants and animals, it was all connected and provided. A cycle that ebbed and flowed. If not treated properly, the realm might lash back and even harm the guest if not respected.

"Your animal turned right here, avoiding the water due to the predators. If you are a good tracker, you might be able to find her before she disappears into the brush,"

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With her bow slung across her chest, Faye wandered through the forests of Vanaheim, following the trail that the animal had left behind. She had come to Vanaheim looking for something that Tyr needed, and had stumbled across an injured animal in the process. Faye didn't want it to suffer needlessly, but she had to FIND it before she could help it.

And whether that was by nursing it back to health or putting it out of its misery remained to be seen.

She wasn't as familiar with Vanahiem as she was with Midgard, though, and it was taking her longer than she'd like to see where the animal had gone. If she didn't find it soon, she might have to abandon this quest in favour of finding what Tyr had asked her to get.

He'd recommended that she find some of the locals, to see if they could point her in the right direction, instead of blindly searching a whole realm.

Faye saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and headed in that direction, only to find another woman, not the animal she'd been seeking at all.

"Did you see a wounded animal come this way?" she asked as she approached. Hopefully, the stranger would be willing to point her in the right direction.

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"You're a riot sometimes, Freyr," Freya chuckled, shaking her head as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Least you know you got an arm there. Just hold on, okay?" Freya drew her power into herself and a flash of gold magic came and she took her falcon form. She flew up overtop of the building til she found the ball. She landed on top and dug her claws into the ball. "Watch out!" Freya called out as she shoved it forward and watched it roll off and over.

Wing caught under her wings as she flew up and swooped back down, landing on Freyr's shoulder, pressing her beak up against his cheek and then tugging at his hair with her beak. "What would you do without me, brother?"

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@warmaiidens said: ❛ Why is it on the roof? ❜ - Freya

"Well, uh..." His hands, always moving when he spoke, are still for once as he struggles to find a way to explain the predicament without making himself look like a fool or earning the ire of his sister... but if he lied, that would almost certainly seal his fate. So, he takes a quiet deep breath, clasps his hands together, and grimaces. "I may have tossed it a little too far and uh... it got stuck up there." He glances toward the earth and folds his arms behind his back.

"Playing a little too roughly, I guess, and I've been trying to get it down for hours." It wasn't anything spectacular, just a small wooden ball Freyr had carved himself. He was practicing his balance with it as well as his aim and it had gotten out of his control. That's how it landed on the roof. "Would you be able to help me? Please?"