For Freya Crescent

[armoured]

[The cold was what woke Al up from a dream about roast lamb, his stomach rumbling into the silence loudly.

Wait... why was it cold? He should be on the island with his brother, he should have woken up to the smell of cooking rabbit or fish, but he's somehow in a little wooden house and shivering violently with just his shorts and sleeveless shirt.]

Brother? ...Ed?

[A tentative pad into the next room revealed a huge pet that must belong to the person who lived here, though why they would put clothes on an animal was beyond him. Is it some sort of species of dog? It has to be, even if it looks more rodent-like, it's too big for anything else.

Thankfully he quite likes animals, so he bends down to offer a hand out in the hope this one is friendly. Maybe if he can not get eaten by the family pet, he can figure out whose home he's ended up in.]

Hey there, little guy. It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you.

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i tossed together a couple icons to go the full kawaii trash mile

[lancingintherain]

[all curled up on the floor beside the standard-issue Norfinbury backpack and coat (red), her eyes closed and her hands loosely tucked under her chin, Freya looks peacefully asleep. The truth, though, is that she'd woken up a few minutes ago, but stayed lying still as soon as she'd realized two things: that she was on the floor of a strange house, and that someone was moving in the other room.]

[the mystery only deepens when Al speaks up. Has she been kidnapped? Who the fuck is this dweeb? He sounds at least a couple years younger than her—too young to kidnap anybody. Then again, who says he's not just home alone while the real kidnappers are out buying groceries or something?]

[after a brief inner debate where she tries to think of what a Real Dragon Knight would do in this kind of situation, she tosses out all those ideas, blinks her eyes open, fixes him with a sharp glare, and zeroes in on the pettiest detail of all:]

I'm a girl.