I AM NOT A PATTERN TO BE FOLLOWED // open, trespasser

[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 not waiting for the perfect moment to retaliate. Yes, she was faintly aware of the fact that Caesar was trespassing, but she saw no reason to hide. Hiding in wait meant you were frightened of something, and the newly promoted Chaser was scared of nothing. She had courage in her heart, and despite sensing this was wrong, would not shy away from it. Though young and petite and fragile in appearance, the young goddess' pretty nails were daggers and her ivory teeth were sharp. She could handle her own.

"Hey, cutie," the fae purred, standing a few yards behind the concealed trap. She wore a sweet, confused look (and let's be honest, that was often her normal expression). She tipped her head to the side as a smile spread out across her lips. Taking a seat, she said, "Aren't you a little far from home? You spell like the sea, and all we have here are swamps."

She looked over the Typhoon member, emerald gaze quick to find any weakness he might have. However, all her skimming and scanning merely appeared to be her looking fondly at him. "Hm, you don't look as mean as they say those pirates are. You're too handsome, I think. If you tell me your name, I'll tell you mine."