Freyr assisted Macha into his open-top carriage. It was summertime, so he preferred to use the topless carriage because it allowed a nice breeze to flow around him and he could enjoy watching the scenery. The flowers were in bloom and the streets always seemed livelier during the summer months.
Macha ran her palms against the dark blue velvet cushions. Tonight had been so fun, and she wished she did not have to go home yet. As they rode through the roads, a thought crossed her mind. She never celebrated Freyr's birthday with him, so she asked, "Next year, for your birthday, why don't I take you out? We never do anything for you even when Tyr and Luna are in town."
When he heard her offer to be with him on his birthday, his heart felt as if it would burst with joy. Since his parents died, he had always been alone on that day. The city usually held a small parade in Marseille to celebrate his birth, but nothing more than that. Not wanting to seem too enthusiastic, he tried to even out the excitement in his voice, "I'd like that." He discreetly turned his head to hide the wide smile that spread across his face, pretending to be interested in a shop they passed.
They entered the brightly lit courtyard of the Obsidian Dragons and Freyr stepped out and raised a hand to assist Macha out of the carriage.
Tonight he wore a white dress shirt with a white jacket. Around his neck, he tied a black bowtie. A matching black handkerchief was folded neatly in his breast pocket and he pinned a blue violet boutonniere in his lapel.
Macha accepted his hand and allowed him to help her down from the carriage. As she was descending, she spotted a flower that was not falling to the ground. It hovered in the air in the distance, just below the tree where Tyr had told her to wait during her first night in Marseille.
Freyr noticed that she became distracted. "What's wrong? Is there something interesting over there?" He turned to motion with his head in the direction her eyes were fixated.
Francis knew he was still invisible, but wondered why the small woman stared in his direction. He carefully took out an arrow that he dipped in poison. He drew his bow and locked onto the King's chest. He disregarded Macha and decided to shoot while the King was not moving.
The hovering flower confused Macha, she hopped down in next to Freyr and pointed towards it, "Look at that..."
Freyr assisted Macha into his open-top carriage. It was summertime, so he preferred to use the topless carriage because it allowed a nice breeze to flow around him and he could enjoy watching the scenery. The flowers were in bloom and the streets always seemed livelier during the summer months.
Macha ran her palms against the dark blue velvet cushions. Tonight had been so fun, and she wished she did not have to go home yet. As they rode through the roads, a thought crossed her mind. She never celebrated Freyr's birthday with him, so she asked, "Next year, for your birthday, why don't I take you out? We never do anything for you even when Tyr and Luna are in town."
When he heard her offer to be with him on his birthday, his heart felt as if it would burst with joy. Since his parents died, he had always been alone on that day. The city usually held a small parade in Marseille to celebrate his birth, but nothing more than that. Not wanting to seem too enthusiastic, he tried to even out the excitement in his voice, "I'd like that." He discreetly turned his head to hide the wide smile that spread across his face, pretending to be interested in a shop they passed.
They entered the brightly lit courtyard of the Obsidian Dragons and Freyr stepped out and raised a hand to assist Macha out of the carriage.
Tonight he wore a white dress shirt with a white jacket. Around his neck, he tied a black bowtie. A matching black handkerchief was folded neatly in his breast pocket and he pinned a blue violet boutonniere in his lapel.
Macha accepted his hand and allowed him to help her down from the carriage. As she was descending, she spotted a flower that was not falling to the ground. It hovered in the air in the distance, just below the tree where Tyr had told her to wait during her first night in Marseille.
Freyr noticed that she became distracted. "What's wrong? Is there something interesting over there?" He turned to motion with his head in the direction her eyes were fixated.
Francis knew he was still invisible, but wondered why the small woman stared in his direction. He carefully took out an arrow that he dipped in poison. He drew his bow and locked onto the King's chest. He disregarded Macha and decided to shoot while the King was not moving.
The hovering flower confused Macha, she hopped down in next to Freyr and pointed towards it, "Look at that..."
