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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/4/2018 1:18:35 AM
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"Trayvens follow strength. She loves her role as a strategist, and I love my role of making the hard decisions that she can't. Unless.. did she put you up to this?"
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"I'm the one that thought it would be a good idea to talk to you. Why?"
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"Just wondering about it." [i]Isabella remarked then.[/i] "No matter. If she wishes to join me in leader, then she may. But the progress that we have made in these months.. it was brought upon by me. Freya's restoration of Dojoville was a success, but my control over it shall be remembered for years to come."
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"Umm...okay? I'll go tell her. I hope your dragon is okay." Traci then began to walk back to Freya, turning away from Bella. She thought Isabella's comments were a little arrogant, but didn't think too much on it.
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"...fuсking whоre." [i]Isabella muttered underneath her breath once Traci left, looking down at her balled fist as it began to shake a little.[/i] "...Well?" [i]Freya looked over once Traci entered, unconfident and quiet.[/i]
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"She sounds like she'd be okay with it, but apparently she thinks of you more as a strategist than a leader or something." Traci sighed, luckily not hearing what Isabella muttered.
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"I'm alright with that. As long as I can ensure the survival of our forces.." [i]Freya gripped her hand, nodding as she smiled to herself.[/i] "Thank you, Traci."
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"I still don't think she likes me at all." Traci sat down next to the crippled Freya, groaning a little. "I need rest..."
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 2/5/2018 1:12:05 AM"Bella hates everyone.. it's okay." [i]Freya sighed, kissing Traci on the cheek.[/i] "I'm afraid that I'll be rather.. dull, at night. No movement in my legs, after all. But.. you should get some rest, still."
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"I don't care about that, Freya..." She kissed her back on the cheek in return. "Also, we can get you healed. There are so mamy ways to fix your legs."
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"I could, certainly. I'll look into some prosthetic limbs.." [i]Freya said, as she pushed herself over to her bed, rolled in, and motioned for Traci to hop in as well.[/i] "So.. what else did I miss?"
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"That dragon of Bella's is back after destroying a whole city I was still insode of. I killed some b*tch, pretended to be a girl, pissed off her sister, and almost tore my body apart saving her for some reason." Traci changed into more comfortable sleepwear before she slumped into bed, cuddling up to Freya.
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"...Did you care about her? The woman, I mean. That you claimed to save." [i]Freya rested her head against the soft pillow underneath her, her eyes transitioning from the ceiling of the tent to Traci's being. Light orange and analytical as ever, truly.[/i]
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Traci stared up at thee ceiling, sighing while her body tensed up a bit. "I don't know....I just felt like it's what my mother would've done."
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"Ah.. that's understandable. I.. I never strived to be like my parents. Not my father, nor my mother. Not.. not even Armillion." [i]Freya sighed, shaking her head.[/i] "...Perhaps you did a good thing, or perhaps she'll return for revenge. I wouldn't know.. we'll have to wait, unfortunately."
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"I doubt she likes me, despite saving her life and not killing her sister when I could've. I expect revenge." Traci turned to Freya. "I wish you got to meet my mother..."
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"...Once, I defeated my older brother in a spar. The first time I had ever beaten him. He was.. fantastic. A longsword and a shield against a feeble spear. I tricked him and disarmed him, by distracting him with a feint. I figured that he would be embarrassed and snap, only.. he nodded, patted me on the shoulder, and asked if I could pull that off again. Expect the unexpected, Traci." [i]Freya said, then kissing Traci softly.[/i] "She sounded like a magnificent person.."
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"She was so nice and peaceful and caring....She loved me...so much..." Traci teared up, closing her eyes. "I'll never live up to her."
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"...Yes you will." [i]Freya said, then hugging Traci tightly. Her legs remained motionless, yet she would not allow the woman she loved to sob.[/i] "Perhaps if we.. adopt a child, you will. Though.. I'd save that for later. A child shouldn't be involved in a war and threatened by the chance of defeat.."
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"A-A child?" Traci opened her eyes, fear and hope mixed within them. "Oh, Freya....I'd love to..." She hugged Freya a tad tighter and kissed her cheek.
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"...then it's settled, then? W-We could adopt?" [i]Freya would laugh then, smiling as she held Traci tightly.[/i] "You would make an excellent mother. Oh, they should be a little redhead.. a boy, or a girl? No, I shouldn't let hair color decide.."
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"Oh, I can't wait!" Traci giggled, smiling now and her mood picking up. "I don't care about the hair color, I just want a lil sunshine!"
