[ plotted starter. ] ♡ for sypha , › belndes
‘ HOLD. don’t attack. my friends & i come in peace. ’ her voice rings clear, echoing against stone walls, a hand outstretched in offering. ever the mediator, bringing calm to conflict, often before it ever begins. a habit that, unfortunately, freya has found little success with since stepping foot outside the circle tower. she only hopes it works now, less they end up fighting the person THEY ARE MEANT TO AID. the speakers told her of missing kin ; she can only assume this is the one they speak of. that, or it’s some other intruder, & their missing speaker is one of the poor piles of bones scattered ‘cross the rubble. freya hopes for the former.
her hand remains out a moment more before it slowly drops to her side. no readied spell, no reach for a dagger. not unless it becomes necessary, & she steals a glance back at her party to ensure they do the same. there is no need to be A THREAT here. ‘ i spoke with a group in another region of the forest. they called themselves seekers & said they had someone missing. IS THAT YOU ? ’ she asks cordially. ‘ they are worrying for the worst out there. so we’ve come to help. ’












