LIKE A HOUSE IN A HURRICANE

Freya had never been too keen on fighting, when her siblings had roughed housed she had been to easily tossed about and stepped upon, so the golden girl had rarely participated. Now ever as she was slowly growing it was painfully obvious she would be no warrior princess. Not that is mattered to her, she had slowly been growing more and more curious about herbs and their healing properties, if she couldn?t participate in fights she wanted to help heal those that could.
Still she had to learn some self-defence, and what better way than by watching? When her aunt Sibelle had gone off to answer a call not meant for them, and her mother had followed so too had Freya trailed along. For a moment she had sat, shifting uncomfortably, surrounded by her siblings and watching the exchange of blows between two women she did not recognize, all the while feeling uneasy about the whole thing.
Then a second call had echoed over the grounds, one meant for her aunt. Another challenge? With a rising sense of dread the golden girl kept close to her mother, staring wide eyed at the ghostly woman, and then watching with mounting horror as Sibelle too began to fight. She really wasn?t keen on fighting.



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