Freya and Samine

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Rebecca Butler

*she sat in the courtyard of the Fortress, trying to control the fire that burned hot inside her. She had the gift to use it, but not the control yet. She could make flames burst from her hands, and travel up her arm slowly. Long as the flames were blue, she could touch, but the second it turned red, it would burn deeper then any of Hells fire. She held up her hand and smirked slightly as flames tingled through her fingers, surrounded her hand. She liked 'playing with fire', and she chuckled softly as she made the flame leap from hand to hand.*

Airyanna Dahlia

The princess was lured by the appearance of fire, a blue fire which was strange to her. She was out hunting for a change, hunting for dinner as she had used to do as a child before the Crown had taken her in. She was out without an escort, without any guards beside her, because for once she simply wished to be a normal girl.

Yet however normal she wished to act, she HAD been raised these last few years to enter every dominion as if she had ownership of it.

"What's that you're doing?" She asked, being curious. "Why is your fire a different color then the other fire elementals I know?" She had dropped her polished accent for peassant speech and spoke plainly now.

Rebecca Butler

Freya jumped at hearing the new voice and turned her head to see the young woman behind her. Her fire, instantly went out as she startled and at first, her first impulse was to deny everything! Taught to keep the secret of what she could do since birth and even more so since entering the School of Night, where practicing magic in front of mortals was forbidden.

"Nothing." She said at first, grimacing as she was a terrible liar and it would be known from her facial expression. Freya hated lies, above all else. She was horrible at it.

Airyanna Dahlia

"Nothing, is it?" The girl asked, furrowing her brow. Showing that she didn't believe this for a second. "Blue fire is nothing? Only most of the fire I've seen is the normal color. My father can make black fire, or at least it looks like fire. He makes demons out of it." She lowered her voice. "Some people say that's how I was born, but that's just speculation, see. I don't look like no demon." With her clear blue eyes, long black hair, and fair skin, she surely did not. "But no one knows who my mother is, so there may be credence to that rumor after all. Do you have a mother?" It was natural to be curious and not all of her natural boldness had been "trained" out of her.

Rebecca Butler

Hearing that this stranger knew of magic, she felt a bit better and then slowly raised her hand and allowed her fire to return. It crawled slowly from her wrists and up to her hand, blue and safe.

"This is part of who I am, I guess." She said with a soft smile. "I have been able to do this for as long as I can remember. So long as the fire is blue, it is safe for touch. I can use it to help heal people with an action, kind of like massage but with my gift. But if it turns red, it burns everything it comes into contact with." She smiled faintly, and dropped her hand, seemingly interested in this newcomer.

"Forgive me, where are my manners? My name is Freya. Freya Hawthorn. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Airyanna Dahlia

"Samine Bishop, and the pleasure's all yours," the girl joked playfully. She was about sixteen years of age, bright and curious. She had used to be a hunter when she lived in a small village and had shown a natural talent for fighting off demons in battle. Once she had failed, been captured by a demon, and brought to the Dark Castle of Vylia, told that she was the daughter of the King who resided there, the overlord of her entire country. There were plenty of people her own age at the castle, but most were warriors in the army (who acted way too serious to be any fun) or humans, who served as vampire food and servants. The court was short on nobles so the only time she ever got to meet other pepole she could actulaly talk to and play with was when she sneaked off the grounds.

Samine poked at the fire with her index finger and grinned as she found that it did not burn her. "Cool," she said admiringly. "You didn't answer my question though. Have you got a mum? Not everyone has, you see," she explained all to seriously.

Rebecca Butler

Freya's lips turned in jest at hearing the girl's greeting. She was a Firey one, wasn't she? She liked her, almost immediately. Hearing her question again, though, she nodded a bit before answering.

"I do---or rather, I did. She died, when I was very young." She replied with a soft tone of voice. Even though things between herself and her mother had been strained at best, her mother had tried her best before giving into not talking and living in a dream world for the remainder of her life. "I remember her though. She used to tell the best stories...." She trailed off and shook her head and looked back at the young girl. "Do you have a mother?" She asked back in turn.

Airyanna Dahlia

"Oi, that's a bummer," Samine said. Pulling a orange from her pocket, peeling it and dividing it into quarters, oferring one to Freya and then eating one herself. She chewed as she thought how to answer Freya's question.

"I don't think so," she said honestly. "There're all kinds of rumors at home about how I must have been born from dark demonic energy. A demon found me hunting food for the village I used to live in, then brought me home to meet my father. The soldier taht took care of me told me all about how a Seer had found me by tracing my father's energy, but no one could find my mother by tracing mine. Either she died too, or I never had one. That's just as well. My father has a prickly personality, but I've never gone hungry in his care." Then being curious, she asked, "What sorts of stories did your mum used to tell?"

Rebecca Butler

"Really? That is...fascinating. dark demonic energy? I didn't even know own that was possible." Freya said, interested. "And they couldn't find a trace of your mother...and yet your father is...someone of importance? But how...?" She paused, wondering how on earth that would even work.

Most demons seduced a human or someone close to human to making a child. Never, had Freya ever heard of a child being born with DNA from an actual living man if he, himself had not dine the...deed. this made her all the more curious.

She paused in her thoughts and looked back over at the young girl. "My mother didn't really tell stories." She said a bit sadly. "My homelife...wasn't good but when mother was happy and herself, she did mention things about dragons and magic."

Airyanna Dahlia

"Sure it is!" Samine said. "All kinds of things are possible. My father, he can create demons out of his own magic. He's the most feared mage in our country because he can do that. I reckon I can do it too if I could sit still long enough to concentrate. I'm not one for sitting around and studying. I much prefer the fighting practice, especially hand-to-hand. I've fought every soldier in his army to at least a draw," she said proudly. "He don't want us overly relying on magic, see. That's why I don't think I'm a demon, I'm pants at magic, see, if I was a demon, couldn't I do it as easy as breathing? Would I need to breathe?" She asked as an afterthought.

Samine was equally as confused at Freya's contradiction. "But you said she used to tell the best stories," she said. "There weren't more to it then dragons and magic?" She asked in a disappointed tone. Dragons and magic were commonplace, though both were feared by people who lacked one or the other.

Rebecca Butler

"My mother....wasn't a happy person." Freya amended. "She wasn't 'sane' for the most part, considering my father drove her far into her own mind by the time I was eight years old. So the stories she did tell, I could never be sure if they were true, or things she made up in her mind." She paused and then smirked a little. "But when she was clear, she would tell me about her life as a young girl sometimes, and those were the good stories....if that makes sense."

Airyanna Dahlia

It made more sense then it had before. Samine nodded. "What was she like, then, as a girl? And why did she marry such a troll of a man, then?" She was curious about this girl. Freya was unlike anyone Samine knew in the castle.

Rebecca Butler

"She was beautiful...." Freya said in a dreamlike voice. "She would show me old pictures she still had of herself, that my father didn't destroy in a rage, of when she was younger. Happier. Free." She sighed. "She loved music, most of all and that's what 'saved' her for as long as she could before she died. She played beautifully when she was in her right mind and the songs she could create made the house sing. Funny, that my father never forbade her this one pleasure, but he did everything else." She shook her head and continued.

"She was free-spirited as a young girl. Always laughing, always happy. She loved to walk or run through the forests when allowed and loved animals. The barns were full of her many cats and horses." Freya's smile faded a bit as she went to answer the last question asked.

"She fell in love...." She said simply, before looking up at Samine. "Keep in mind, my father was not always as mean, controlling and cruel as he was when I was younger. According to mother, he was a very charming, caring, very handsome young man and she fell for him instantly. They knew each other growing up and while his family had moved away, they reconnected later in life and he was still the same, only a little darker. But she didn't care. He said he loved her, doted on her and she agreed to marry him." She paused, her eyes furrowing slightly as she spoke.

"It was only as he dove more into the darker aspects of magic that he began to change. He grew darker, meaner. To the point where everything was his word, his way and if things didn't go his way, she would be punished. Her utter failure to him was that she gave birth to ME first, instead of Amos, my brother. He never forgave her for that and increased his hold upon her so much that she retreated more into her own mind and world just to 'survive'."

Airyanna Dahlia

 Everyone liked music, Samine nodded. On that they could agree. "Your father would have to be a special sort of tyrant to forbid music," she ventured. "The regular kind still likes music," she added, clarifying.

Samine looked away when Freya looked at her. "Love is folly," she recited. "A distraction from the realities of life."

Looking back at her and speaking her own words. "Your father acted charming and caring at first when they reconnected to reel her in and showed his true self after they were married. Yet I don't understand why having a firstborn daughter was a mark against her." She spread her hands. "How is a son different than a daughter? Father says nothing, not gender or age or species, matters other than your strength. Your ability to fight. Your mother didn't have that ability, did she? She went from being free-spirited and happy to a withering shell of herself. Why didn't she just kill him if she was unhappy? It's what I will do if my future husband mistreats me."

She laughed. "There's nothing wrong with dark magic," she said. "Your father was weak for letting it change him so. My father needs to have things his way too, but as I don't have a mother to punish...." She trailed off. "He doesn't take it out on the troops, though, or me. He just strong-arms his way into getting what he wants. It's usually effective."