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Freya (_ofthelake) wrote in wariscoming,

It was one thing to know you could make friends in a new place and something else to try and do it. Years of running and hiding from strangers didn't make Freya receptive to the idea that anyone would even want to get to know her, let alone that she'd let someone, but Merlin was right. He usually was. She needed to go out and do something with her time, so long as she got back before midnight no one had to know any better.

She tugged on the sweater she was wearing, feeling constricted but warm and entered the shop that had always smelled good from the outside.

Incidentally it smelled better inside. Swallowing, Freya tried to make sense of the words on the wall behind the counter and felt her nerves fraying right along the edges.

She bit her lip and looked around, trying to grasp what she was supposed to do and let out a soft 'uh' and then a slightly more frustrated sigh that made her cringe in embarrassment. She'd leave but the food was more than a little appetizing looking and it was a temptation to just use magic to steal some. She wouldn't. She wasn't a thief, but the urge was there.

Pretending the glass wasn't rattling over the pastries was possibly not the smartest thing she could have done.