Settling in [Closed] (Dated)

[Freyia]

Oct 29, Year 4

Freyia sat on her bunk. her room was the size of a broom closet. In fact, she was pretty sure it was a broom closet. Enough for a bed roll, a trunk, and a small place to stand. At least it had a door. Her last space did not.

See sighed, her ears falling flat onto her head. She closed her eyes and began undoing her armor starting with her boots. New command, new griffons, same old bull shit. She kept her eyes closed as she took off her armor and carefully set it down in the trunk. She could don and remove her armor in her sleep she had done it so much.

After she was done she grabbed her sack, the one thing she carried that held all her personal belongings. She set it on the bed roll and removed each item with extreme care. First was a book. It belonged to her mother, the title reading "Griffon History, a look at the customs and beliefs of the griffon tribes of old". Next was a silver pocket watch. It had belonged to her father. It had long stopped working, but non the less she opened it and starred at its motionless hands. Again she sighed. The next was a patch. An old crest of her squad from the war. "The Berserking Pigeons" was their name. She smiled, remembering the good times she shared with them.

The last item was a hair comb. This she held onto. It had belonged to a little girl in Canterlot. She fell into its memory:

A loud explosion fills the air as the unicorn magic rains down artillery on the advancing griffon army. Debris flies into her eyes. All around griffons and ponies alike slaughter one another. She enters one of the buildings, a residence. There a male earth pony swings something at her from the side. Without hesitation, she ducks and drives the spear right into his stomach. She looks up, noticing the equine was swinging a simple lamp. With a spurt of blood he hits the floor. The daughter screams out for her father, trying to leave her mothers grasp. Freyia stands there frozen, looking at them, then at the husband and father on the ground. "Why did he swing at me" was all that went through her mind. She did not notice that the other griffons had entered the house. She could not hear the pony's screams. She only starred at the pony on the floor. By the time she was able to move, the only thing left where the wife and daughter cowered, was the comb.

A single tear escaped her eyes and fell to the floor. She put it gently in the trunk. Closing her eyes, she worked to not let any more escape.

[Thorin]

The door swings open to reveal Thorin, his grey coat and talons flecked with blood.

'Oh.. sorry, I thought this was... nevermind. What are you doing in here?'

[Freyia]

Freyia looks up quickly at the intruder, then away just as fast. She hides wiping the tears from her eyes as she places the sack in the trunk and quickly closes it.

She turns back to the griffon, "This is my bunk space. I'm settling down for the night." She was fine now, returning to the cold composure she always hid behind.

I hope he didn't see me cry. That's the last thing I need as a first impression.

[Thorin]

Thorin frowns.

'Why arent you quatered in in the barracks? Its not like we're running out of room even with the new guerillas'

[Freyia]

Freyia looks up at the griffon. She was surprised that he seemed sincere, or at least not an ass hole.

"I suppose the other soldiers didn't want a pegasus among them. It is fine, I have had worse." She was now setting up her bed roll.

[Sten Softclaw]

Sten whistled as he walked through the corridors. It was pretty hard for a creature with a beak, mind, but he tried gamely nonetheless. Just down the hall, he saw the sawbones chatting to a broom cupboard, apparently. Poor chap must be starved for conversation.
Sten, being a gregarious chap by nature, strolled up and leaned his head in nonchalantly. Oh! Who'd have thought it? A pegasus auxiliary here, of all places.
"Huh, so this is the other half live," he said, as though he hadn't even been meaning to stop by.

[Thorin]

Thorin leans against the doorway.

‘Most of the Griffons here came from the heartlands, the first time most of them saw a pony was during the war. Combine that with the idea of… eating ponies’

He looks a little ill and shakes his head.

‘I can see how shared lodgings would be a bad idea now. But surely there is something better available than this?'

'Hello sten'

[Freyia]

Freyia looked up at the two griffons standing outside her doorway. "No, I don't think there is. And as I tell every griffon I meet, if you want to eat me, go right ahead and try." She finished setting up her bed roll.

"Is there something I can do for either of you um..." She paused, unsure of what to address them as. She did not want to be disrespectful.

[Thorin]

Thorin looks horrified.

'Me? Eat y- oh gods no!'

He takes a step back.

'I swore the oath of Orion, I would never even consider anythig like that!'

[Freyia]

Freyia's ears perked at the mention of Orion. "You a follower?" Her face filled with determination. If there were other followers here, maybe this place would not be so bad.

[Thorin]

Thorin seems to calm down a bit.

'Yes, I come from port Brokenclaw, so its pretty much mandatory'

[Freyia]

"Hmm," was all she said as she turned to fiddle more with her bed roll. She had heard of that place, however she had never been. She turned her head in the middle of her fiddling, "So what is it you want? And you," She motions to the second griffon, "What do you want?"

[Thorin]

'Well... a mop ideally, I have to clean up after sugery. Speaking of which, good day'

Thorin turns and walks away down the corridor.

[Freyia]

Freyia blinks a couple of times, unsure what just happened. She kind of liked that griffon, obviously a doctor, and a follower. She will make a point to keep an eye on that one. Might make a good companion.

"Well then, what about you?" She looked to the other griffon.

[Johan Tercel]

Zweihander passed by the closet with a large cage hoisted in his arms, holding a small Timber Wolf. And it was angry. Running quickly, this was one of those days he missed being able to talk. Nodding in greeting to Thorin, who held a mop, and Sten Softclaw (a fop by any other name), he also nodded in greeting to the white pegasus. Accelerating again, he left in a blur with his Timber Wolf in a cage.

[Sten Softclaw]

"Me? I'm just wandering," he said, with a shrug. "Nothing better to do, in my opinion. Meet new and interesting folks who you don't necessarily have to kill. Which makes a nice change."
He nodded to the vague griffon-shaped blur as it passed.

[Freyia]

Freyia looked over to the griffon walking by. Hmm, he doesn't seem like one of the soldiers. She looked back to the griffon talking with her. "Why are you talking to me? Most griffons I meet in a new command can't wait to start making my life hell, yet already there have been two griffons that don't seem to mind me here." She was confused at this new command. Definitely not what she expected.

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