Thread: Deception :: The Goddesses Descent. [Karameida x Ashiaka]

Freya Duvall Freya almost broke into laughter at the face Naomi made when she registered what had just been asked. In truth, she might have, for she planned to tease the stoic woman, but unfortunately, or possibly fortunately, Alice chose that moment to make her appearance. Freya turns to their mutual friend with a smile, once more snapping her fan open to counteract all the body heat trapped in the room. Ah! Alice, why thank you! You look just as beautiful as always, Freya replies with a sincere smile. The ex-goddess hears the relief in her companions voice, and jokingly thinks whether it is her joke or the crush she is relieved to be distracted from. However, a smirk crosses her features as Alice brings up the dance request. She schools her face quickly, and gives the Viscountess a scandalized look, almost as if asking, who, me? It was enjoyable to know someone from the ton with a sense of humor similar to her own. It was something else her companion generally lacked. Apparently the ex-goddess of war, from her vantage at least, was not one for humor. Although it could quite easily be the situation they were both in. With the way that Naomi went straight to business after the small pleasantries made her believe that it was not so, though. She decides to stay quiet while Naomi and Alice discuss the main reason they began attending these things. Though in truth, she might have to teach the red-head to be a bit more subtle, though she supposes she couldnt fault her for her nature. At least she was being careful in her word choice, though that shouldnt have surprised her. In war one had to be cautious, lest lose the advantage. However, her brows furrow a bit when Naomi implied they both were related to the same distant relation. She shook the thought away though, probably a slip of the tongue. And as the conversation went on, Alice obviously didnt catch it, or at least didnt bother to bring it up. Freyas attention, however, snapped fully to the conversation as Alice asks to confirm it was Akkadian. She knew Alice was intelligent, however, knowing that they are looking for an Akkadian artifact seems odd. And the pause before hand, it wasnt contemplative the ex-immortal suddenly wonders if Alice could possibly know more than she is letting on. She decides to set the thought aside later for discussion with Naomi. An exasperated sigh almost makes an appearance from her lips as she asks with the subtlety of a brick to keep them in the loop about ancient civilizations, more so with their deities. She can only pray that Alice believes them to be superstitious widows, and not dig deeper. When the conversation is directed back to her, Freya closes her fan and taps her chin with it while she thinks. Maybe any information on new members of the ton besides ourselves? She suggests, as its the only thing she can think of. Normally shed be more subtle about the request, but Naomi had already thrown that out the window. She hopes that the approach that had been taken would pay off. Out of the corner of her vision, she spots something that will annoy her Akkadian partner. A young gentleman, one she recognizes as a persistent pursuer of the red-headed widow. And he is approaching as quickly as the crowded ballroom would allow. The Norse goddess feels her brows furrow. When were they going to learn that Naomi was simply not interested? I mean, to anyone with an ounce of common sense, the Akkadian goddess had made it clear shed never accept a suitor from the ton. It was almost as exasperating for Freya, who had to deal with a moody Naomi afterwards. A devious plan suddenly makes its way to her thoughts, however, and a similar smirk soon follows. If this didnt make the message clear, than nothing would. Sadly, such actions would also diminish her suitors, which is probably for the best. Thinking on it now, she must seem like such a tease, flirting and dancing, but never more than that. Well, here goes my fun The raven haired woman thinks with a sigh as the man finally reaches them. Shall I have the honor of dancing this set with you, Ms. Stallbridge? He asks with perfect politeness. As Naomi is about to refute the man, the violet dressed woman speaks up in her place. Im sorry to inform you that my very good friend is not in the least interested in dancing with you, or any of her suitors, Freya comments easily, sidling up to Naomi, and placing an arm around her waist, and pulling their hips together. She uses her fan to hide the smirk upon her features.