Freyja, Goddess of Love, Beauty, and War (vanadis_freyja) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2013-06-20 11:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~freyja, ~hedylogos |
Free Time (tag: Open)
It was a very odd feeling.
Freyja was not used to being bored. There was always something- or someone- to do. For some reason, none of the usual entertainments were very appealing. She hadn't found anyone that pulled to her, and no bar or coffee shop held any interest. She'd prowled the shops for a while, because really, who didn't like shopping? She had bought a few new things that she had sent on to her hall already, and now she just seemed to be aimlessly wandering.
Which wasn't to say she wasn't working. As she mingled among the residents of New Haven, she continued to send out her blessings where they seemed to be needed. She had thought that if she got a little ways away from East Hampton, where no one knew her, she would be a little more freed up. But it was automatic, almost without thought. Maybe she should have gone further away from her Midgard home.
Maybe she should call on her brother. She missed Freyr terribly, and they were never able to stay apart for long. But a quick shift in her consciousness at the notion immediately informed Love that he was anything but bored himself at the moment. She could visit Daddy, but he would immediately notice something was off with her. Njord was very good at picking up vibes from his children, and what could she tell him? Nothing was wrong, she just seemed, well, restless at the moment. She also thought of checking in with the Valkyries, but business was even less of a interesting idea. If she was needed, she would hear.
Spotting a cute little park, Freyja shrugged and made her way to a bench. Maybe she really just needed a peaceful moment. Some quiet time. Right. Bored, so shoot for quiet, she thought sarcastically. But since one never knew what the next minute might bring, perhaps a short respite would be beneficial. She breathed in the scent of flowers and grass, and let her eyes stray up toward the treetops before closing them for a moment, willing herself to relax so she could think.
An idea would come to her, and then she'd be off and right as rain again.