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Guinevere ([info]futurequeen) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2011-07-17 15:04:00

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Entry tags:freya, guinevere pendragon

WHO: Gwen and Freya
WHAT: Trying to have a better girl friendship?
WHERE: Freya's room
WHEN: Sunday evening
RATING: Low
STATUS: In Progress

Gwen had, of course, been happy that she could see everyone from home once more. Especially since she had missed her husband desperately. She had also missed seeing her husband with her daughter also, since nothing made her feel any better than that. But it had also got her thinking about everyone else from home, and she realised that she had really made friends with everyone. Apart from Freya. She had had conversations with the shy girl but nothing often and it seemed cruel. She needed a friend here just like the rest of them, and yes she had Merlin but you can never have enough friends.

Gwen had left Abigail with Arthur to put down for her sleep and left to see Freya. She just hoped that things would be better between them, maybe Freya would trust her enough to talk a little more. Gwen had only recently realised how little she knew the other woman. Knocking on her door, she held the little bunch of flowers she had picked for her tightly in her hand.



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