WRITTEN SIN — joiner

[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"]Freyja was exploring. The rains of yesterday had forced her to remain inside. She stayed, not because she wanted to, but because Nayru would've probably been upset if she were to catch a cold. So, begrudgingly, she had lingered around camp and the place where she rested her head at night. She had been so, so bored. That being said, the moment the rains had ceased, the tiny goddess was out and about.

The morning sun fell upon her, guiding her in her journey. It wasn't long before she happened upon a barn. Curiosity burned in her emerald stare, and she found herself stepping through the threshold. Freyja suppressed a happy gasp as she spotted Suriel. This was someone she had never met before! Wait... They didn't smell like Tanglewood. Oh, this was curious...

Soundlessly, the girl waltzed over to Suriel. Eyes full of wonder lingered upon the journal Suriel had been drawing in, and she tried to pull it out from underneath the new face. "Ooh, c'mon," she breathed. She gripped the edge of the book, and as she pulled, she slipped, falling backwards with a loud thud. The book hadn't been messed up, but it looked as though it moved slightly.

Freyja peered at Suriel from where she lay in a heap, and wondered if she had accidentally woken the other up. Regardless, she called, [color=#A36B5E][b]"Uh... hello! I'm Freyja. Who're you?"