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Freja (hisotherson) wrote in watchers_rp,

Freja was having to rise earlier in Arcadie than she had in Valhalla. At home, her schedule was much more flexible. Here, it depended on Rona, and she needed to be available. So she was actually awake when Rune came to visit, but it was a very near thing. She was still in her nightclothes, the heavy blue robe she usually wore over her nightdress thrown over a chair and entirely ignored since her first morning here. The heat was killing her. Her second night she'd caught a server putting a bed warmer in and she'd had to shoe them away. These Southerners were trying to kill her. Today it at least didn't appear as though it would be hot, but the humidity was already throwing her for a loop. She disliked it immensely, and they kept telling her it was only going to get worse.

She sighed heavily as Rune flopped on her bed, and she shoved the door closed behind him. Last thing she needed was some servant seeing and being horrified by familiarity. Freja rolled her eyes and strode over to one of the windows to open it wide. She turned and sat on the open windowsill. "I'll give you two bits if you can tell me her full name and the color of her eyes."