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

Freya Duvall Freya continued to fan herself as her eyes roamed the ballroom. Although amusing, her distraction wasnt working. Even as she found the interested glances between patrons of the party, estimating when and where they would find time to enjoy each others company, her thoughts still strayed to Tiamat and her ludicrous accusations. She still felt the indignation and anger simmering just below the surface, just wanting some sort of outlet upon which to be released upon. Although primarily a goddess of love and sexuality, Freyas dominion also included death and war, and the allegations hurled at her had aroused the ire of the ordinarily gentle deity. Freya ceased her thoughts for a moment, taking a calming breath. This was a social even, she could not let her anger become apparent here lest ruin her budding reputation. It was time to move on from this line of thought. Tiamats accusation had cost them so much and for what reason? What sort of reason had the Akkadian goddess implicated them for? The ex-immortal could not for the life of her figure why. It was probably why she wasnt a goddess of knowledge, she thought with a wry, self-depreciating smile. Nanaja and her had been cast out almost four months ago, and they had floundered quite pathetically. Nanaja, going by Naomi, had gone through quite a few stages till she finally accepted what had happened. Freya, had, however gone near comatose. It had been too much. While Naomi broke down, raged, and denied, Freya almost wasted away. It finally sunk in as her companions denial became less vehement and more helpless. They helped each other accept what was happening, and finally decided on a course of action. It was keeping them both from falling back into a depression, Freya felt. She noticed Naomi shake her head suddenly, and Freya refocused and turned her clearing gaze to the war goddess. She saw the hint of familiar contempt, or something akin to it, for how the world worked when it came to socializing. Freya herself didnt mind it so much. It was much like when the pantheons convened gestures of politeness, smiles that rang false, and the true meaning of a sentence being between the lines. It was a game she had grown accustomed to and, if she were less humble, would say she mastered. Freya entertained the thought of laying a hand on Naomis arm in hopes of calming her, but thought better of it. It would more than likely not be appreciated. They were bonded by circumstances, but not exactly close. Returning to her game, she heard Naomi suddenly speak to her. She couldnt contain the chuckle she gave at the womans exasperation. We have appearances to keep, you know that Naomi. It wouldnt do for the two most prominent widows of the ton to be missing. Freya replies easily, a confident little grin painting her features. And it is quite the crush , isnt it? The raven haired woman gave her companion an appreciating look. You should learn to enjoy yourself, Naomi. Youre quite popular, if it wasnt obvious. She took a moment to glance at her own organdie gown, a dark shade of violet. The Akkadian goddess wished to be finding who had done this to them, and Freya understood that. However, without a solid direction in which to head, they had to make do, and Naomi knew this. It was then that something caught Freyas eye, something she had not yet seen here among the ton. Lady Eva and Lady Vivian, it would appear, had that look about them. To all but the most observant, it would appear that they hardly acknowledged each others existence as they danced with their partner. However, the ex-goddess of love knew better. She could hardly contain herself. Snapping her fan shut, she turned to Naomi with a conspiratorial smile. Naomi, She whispers, tapping her fellow party-goer on the shoulder, It would appear that Lady Eva and Lady Vivian will be spending a few moments together sometime this night. Normally should would not gossip so with Naomi, as she was not one for such petty diversions, but such a juicy bit of gossip had to be shared. However, it appeared that the woman had not heard her, as she herself began to murmur. Although slightly offended at being somewhat ignored, Freya had a suppress a giggle at the comment, once more opening her fan. Nodding her head in agreement, her thoughts turned to the Viscountess St. Angel. It was thanks to the elegant woman that they had been able to integrate so successfully into the society. Their first meeting, however, had not been the most graceful. The two goddesses had been wandering around aimlessly for hours, trying to find out how to integrate into the society. As it was, they were outcasts, and would never get any information as such. They needed to attend a ball, find a seamstress, a place to live They could procure the latter two, although with some difficulty, but the ball was another story. One could only get into such an event with an invitation, and they knew no one of any standing. Until they chanced upon the Viscountess, although stumbled might be more appropriate. Alice had been exiting her carriage, and the two of them had nearly collided with the woman. Introductions were made, and with a glance, Naomi and Freya knew this was their chance. The two of them told the Viscountess they were widows just ending their mourning for their husbands, and were new in town. It was a gamble, but it had worked like a charm though, and now Naomi and Freya were quite popular topics of conversations. Freya, unlike her companion, however, did not mind the attention that they had garnered. She gracefully accepted any offers to dance that were presented to her. However, she offered nothing more. For the ex-goddess of love and sexuality was vastly different from other women of the human race. Because of her previous station, Freya had the ability to shape shift at will between a female form, and that of a hermaphrodite, in order to please her female lovers better. When she fell from god-hood, instead of taking on the female form, she took on the form of a hermaphrodite. As such, Freya was quite uncomfortable in her body, as odd as that might sound. Any man she might attempt to take to bed would surely flee, and many women would do the same. So it was with great disappointment that Freya distanced herself as well from others, although for entirely different reasons from her fellow fallen goddess. Naomis sudden smile, however, caught her attention, and Freya shook her head amusedly. The woman was probably thinking about what the men betting on and courting her would think if they knew who she truly was. Twas the only reason that such a smile could be found on Naomis face during the ball. She could see the entertainment in such a thought. A sudden thought occurred to Freya, and she smiled somewhat deviously. Closing her fan once more, she turned to Naomi, and held a hand out. Would the lady be so kind as to give me the honor of a dance?