...Why, in all of the heavens, did it need to be such a misty morning?!
Freya was absolutely unhappy with the sheer amount of dew that had seeped into her cloak in her rest- too cheap to go into an inn, she paid the price by camping out near the stone of nine, in a small hammock high in a tree. Trained by her time adventuring, she stayed silent as she peeled herself from the netting, resting her bum on the strong branch she'd tied it next to as she brought her cloak into place and fastened it there, quietly taking in her environments as she prepared for the day. Quiet, but over to the right of her, there seemed to be someone at the stone of nine. From her sleepy observations, they were obviously female, not who her package was meant for and... a good candidate for a noble steed. Not because of her beastkin appearance, but because... Well, she was so tall, even compared to the massive stone that towered over her.
Goddamn, I just... Why couldn't I be taller. I mean now I know it's not because of the fact I'm a woman... The hell, maker?
She shook her head before pulling her hair back tightly, fastening it into place with several ties, tied to have to be cut off, from one of her pouches on the belt around her waist. Beside her, still laying in the hammock was her package- it wasn't too big, but man almighty, it was much heavier than it looked. And still, the innkeeper that had hired her to deliver it had wrapped it so carefully! In nice handwriting, The innkeeper- an older woman, who acted too motherly for Freya to be exactly comfortable with- had written the name "Youngest Brother" on it, the ink unsmudged and untouched by any of the weather or events that plagued Freya on her way to deliver the contents to a "small boy, with white hair everywhere, who probably will be pretty grumpy".
After her hair was secured into place, she picked her daggers and the package from the hammock, putting them all into place, with the package in a small sling, resting on her lower back, under her cape, before bringing down the hammock, folding it into a roll that fit in the pouch just below where the package set. With a muted yawn, she got up and began her decent from her perch, moving to the stone to pay her respects to what it stood for, and also, to scout a better spot to wait for the recipient.
"Ey, Ma'am," She spoke up sharply as she rounded the stone, coming p beside the large woman quietly. "You seen a short guy with lots'a white hair anywhere near here?" She stopped a respectable distance from the woman, turning her head slightly to look at the stone. "Jus' figured I'd ask before I get up close an' personal with some history, an' before you get goin' to wherever you're goin'." She shrugged, shutting her eyes as a toothy smirk crossed her lips. "Alsa'," She cringed as her accent butchered the word, opening an eye to glance back at the woman and observe. "All that golden metal- b'careful. Lotsa shit-thieves 'round these parts. I say shit-thieves, 'cause they don't know what's valuable an' are stupid enough to try and fuck with packages." She opened both eyes, trying to avoid looking at the woman's large chest. "They'll take your shit b'fore you even know it, an' totally don't care where or who you are. I got hit in a church a while back thaddaways, even." Wiping the smirk from her face completely, she noded back, away from town. "I figured I'd give ya' a heads up, since I could see your armor for miles an' you aren't exactly keepin an eye behind you." She turned her eyes back to the stone as she fell silent, taking in the marks from the nine and the calmness of the hallowed ground around it.
