Freya's smirk was a knowing one. It was a platitude she'd heard before and she had no argument to offer against it without tearing herself down in the process. It was right after all; if she enriched a student's life her life would have meaning even if her name faded to the background.
But perhaps she deserved to be selfish enough to want to be a bit more than just a fondly recalled inspiration. "Mmmm, I suppose that's true. I suppose maybe this old woman is just getting ahead of herself in putting herself out to pasture." She was only 29 but with her near white hair and her thin face she does at times seem older than she is.
And then that whisper from the woods came once more. She looks back down the path they'd traveled, scowling now instead of frightful. "Right...I KNOW I heard something this time."
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But perhaps she deserved to be selfish enough to want to be a bit more than just a fondly recalled inspiration. "Mmmm, I suppose that's true. I suppose maybe this old woman is just getting ahead of herself in putting herself out to pasture." She was only 29 but with her near white hair and her thin face she does at times seem older than she is.
And then that whisper from the woods came once more. She looks back down the path they'd traveled, scowling now instead of frightful. "Right...I KNOW I heard something this time."