The uncertainty that wrecked the young fae's body made her eyes flick from side to side, her expression surely reading that of distrust and disgruntlement. She didn't trust a single one of these, why should she? They had never shown themselves as someone deserving enough to have the respect and loyalty from a soturie of her rank and finesse. Honestly, what were they doing in this hollow hole?
Freja was of the bitter kind. Not the kind that accepted and tried to live with what happened with them; she had always been used to having everything work in her favor. It was by far one of her biggest flaws, but one could not directly blame her for this attitude towards the new situation. She had grown up being treated like royalty, pillows being sown under her paws to lessen the stress on them. Prime training till perfection to ensure her ability to survive on her own. She had been isolated, and it was obvious. Frowning she tossed her head irritably at the soturies passing by, each and every one of them a seemingly new face. She hadn't bothered getting to learn any of their names yet, she had barely spoken with a few and only knew of Zeto and Ruhk, whom were both outsiders like her.
Looking up she spotted a familiar coat though, a gray male whom she thought she recognized from their old group... His name was... <b>"Spyros!"</b> the fae said out loud, perhaps a little louder than she'd been prepared for. She looked rather taken aback by her loud tone, and shrugged, hoping he would not react to the sudden outburst of his name.
Freja was of the bitter kind. Not the kind that accepted and tried to live with what happened with them; she had always been used to having everything work in her favor. It was by far one of her biggest flaws, but one could not directly blame her for this attitude towards the new situation. She had grown up being treated like royalty, pillows being sown under her paws to lessen the stress on them. Prime training till perfection to ensure her ability to survive on her own. She had been isolated, and it was obvious. Frowning she tossed her head irritably at the soturies passing by, each and every one of them a seemingly new face. She hadn't bothered getting to learn any of their names yet, she had barely spoken with a few and only knew of Zeto and Ruhk, whom were both outsiders like her.
Looking up she spotted a familiar coat though, a gray male whom she thought she recognized from their old group... His name was... <b>"Spyros!"</b> the fae said out loud, perhaps a little louder than she'd been prepared for. She looked rather taken aback by her loud tone, and shrugged, hoping he would not react to the sudden outburst of his name.
