Freja! Artistic Director, Equinambulist and Couturier of the Circus of Dreams
A small description of exactly what Freja does at the Circus of Dreams... Though it may have been shorter to explain what she doesn't do.
From concept to performance Freja has a hand in most if not all the shows under the big top on any given day. Costumes, Choreography, Posters, and Props cross her desk on a daily basis.
Under the lights she is most commonly found as a vaulter, roman rider, or herd director at liberty.
Her main mount Onyxmirror is her iconic companion in the ring, a vibrantly flashy mare Ydris and Freja scouted at a horse bazaar. After returning to the Highland, Onyx decided she would never again hide her magical coat, steel grey changing to bold black, white, and gold in a flash of light.
She is a pampered diva, trained in every discipline at least once, excelling in dressage, liberty, and airs above the ground. If Onyx isn't showing off across Jorvik, she's rifling through Ydris' pockets. The ringmaster spoiled her and Freja has no qualms letting him lie in the bed he made. Not that he minds, he has a sweet spot for the mare's flair and attitude, even if it does leave him wondering if he really did have an extra cracker in his pocket at some point or if he's just going insane.
The Terror Twins have a story that is currently in the works, enjoy a snippet that goes with this illustration below the cut.
Minor Violence: run of the mill battle drama
“Linda!!” Athena yelled, anger tinging her voice. “Meteor, get your tail over here before I singe it off!”
“It’s the only way to stop him!” Linda ducked under a swooping shadow. “I’m almost there!”
Freja just about slid over the turf as she made the last push through the seekers to Ydris’ side, her gaze frantically looking for the source of the pain etched into his features. His eyes looked down at her at her hands’ desperate patting, unable to speak as the next thunderous tick had him nearly curl in on himself.
Freja flinched with him, looking over to the source of the noise.
“The clock?” She confirmed, gaze wide towards him. He mustered a nod, hissing through the throbbing pain emanating from his chest.
“Linda, you moron, get out of there!” With her closing in on the Rider pair, the Seekers took Athena to be a fresh target, and split their attack. Not only did it prevent Athena from reaching her goal…it allowed Linda to maneuver more freely.
She turned Meteor towards the seething wall of red and black.
“Come on boy, we’re almost done…”
Spinning ‘Lypso out of the way of a particularly persistent Seeker, Athena realized she wouldn’t make it. Searching for anything that would help, she spied Onyx standing in the thick of the shadows.
Standing completely untouched.
Licking her lips, Athena gave a sharp whistle.
Onyx immediately pricked her ears, casting about for the source of the sound.
“Onyx! Clock!” Athena pointed at the monstrosity sitting on the rump of the laboring Starbreed to make sure there was no miscommunication.
Her tail twitched, locking in on her target as her ears tipped toward Meteor and tracked him to the hoofbeat as she charged through the seekers who parted before her hooves.
The ground shifted and an unearthly gurgling growl shook the big-top into the beginnings of a teeter. Freja caught some of Ydris’ weight as he winced, hissing something under his breath.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you. Just hang on.” She soothed.
The red-head yelped as one of the shadows chasing her latched onto the arm she hadn’t retracted fast enough. “Blasted sonuva-!”
The rest of her cursing was drowned out in a shriek as Linda realized exactly what was bearing down on her at high speed.
“I’m gonna die!!!” she squealed.
Black ears swept back as teeth bared, a touch of red gleaming in Onyx’s eyes. Her heaving breaths nearly drowned out the clock as her back legs tucked under her, sailing over Meteor’s shoulder to avoid his raised head that quickly ducked forward.
Hooves flashed out, smashing the top half of the clock off, nearly knocking Meteor off his feet.
Chipped gears and splinters of wood flew from the impact, peppering the footing of the ring as Linda’s right hip happened to be right in the way of some of the shrapnel.
