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Freyja had trussed up a makeshift target with old clothes and rags in the fields. At times like this she found that repetitive movements eased her nerves and allowed her to think more clearly. So far, Idunna had kept her presence in Edinburgh a secret from the other members of the Swedish court, but the runaway princess could only wonder how long it would be before she ran into another familiar face - perhaps one who wasn't as discreet as her sister. As she nocked another arrow and let it fly toward the target. It landed in the something akin the shoulder. Not her worst shot, but far from her best. It was then that she felt the prickly feeling of eyes on her. She nocked another arrow, just in case, and turned to the presence. "What? Have you never seen someone train before?"














