STRAIGHT INTO THE FIRE | o, bonfire

[Freyja]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]The intense scent of fire was what drew her away from the book of fairy tales she was reading. Ever since she had been young, she was intrigued by the stories in her gigantic book. Princes and princesses, magic, true love. It was all so, so wonderful. She often wished her life was like that, but all her wishing and wanting was soon placed in the back of her mind. The campfire was calling to her, and Freyja intended to answer. Without much thought (which was not surprising in the Firebrand's case), the young goddess rose to her paws, grabbed her book, and followed the scent of burning wood.

When Freyja arrived, she was beaming. The bonfire Iota had made was so cute and quaint and charming - even if there was alcohol involved. Maybe her life was like a fairy tale. Each of the gathered individuals - Iota, Fenrisulfr, Malphas, Vigenere, Nayru, Beck - seemed like they belonged in a fantastical book one would read at bedtime. Her emerald gaze caught Nayru and Iota leaning against one another, and her smile soften. Maybe true love was real too.

"Iota, this is... wonderful! How'd you manage this all yourself?" she asked, drawing nearer. The seal point tabby took a close seat beside Beck, smiling brightly. Her tiny set of wings flapped gently every few heartbeats, an ever-present sign of her happiness. At Beck's request for a marshmallow, she nodded her head quickly. "Oh, can I have one too, please?" She had loved the s'mores Beck and Fenri made for the entirety of Tanglewood! She couldn't wait to have another!