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Freya Lin

The Scribble Neela
Owner: ammehsuor

Age: 4 years, 1 month, 3 weeks

Born: July 21st, 2015

Adopted: 4 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: July 21st, 2015


  • Level: 17
  • Strength: 33
  • Defense: 11
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 23
  • HP: 23/23
  • Intelligence: 42
  • Books Read: 42
  • Food Eaten: 1
  • Job: Sassy Security Guard

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Freya set the alarm for six in the morning. This time, she'd get up for sure. She had a cup of iced coffee ready in the fridge, her drawing pad and brushes already packed neatly into the travel easel... anything to convince her groggy sunrise mind that it was worth getting up to paint the moment. It was a long day of managing the art supply store all the way down on Reynolds Road, being a Saturday and full of rain, but that could only make sleep more fitful and waking more beautiful.
And her sleep was fitful indeed. She woke up on time, grumbling at the birds chirping from the clock, and hit the snooze button for ten more minutes.
But ten turned into twenty, and minutes turned into hours. By the time she'd woken up, the iced coffee was stale and the sunrise was long gone, burning high and hot behind lingering 2 p.m. clouds.
"No!" She grabbed the clock from her nightstand, as if this was just another dream. The numbers didn't waver, and she fell back onto the pillow with a groan.
An hour of self-pitying reality TV later, since it was going to rain again anyway, her phone buzzed at the foot of the blanket.
ASTER: Did you get up like you promised?
FREYA: No... slept right through the snooze :( I'm just sitting in bed and drinking the iced coffee we got last night. It's gross by now.
ASTER: Lol! I knew you wouldn't be able to do it! What happened to you saying 'I wouldn't miss it for the world?'
FREYA: Don't be mean. My back hurts from mopping anyway. I needed to sleep. I'll just catch it next time.
ASTER: Still? Poor sweetie. Maybe I should come over and spend time with you, if you're not sick of me yet ;) I can bring burgers from the Beach Shack.
Freya's heart pounded. Aster didn't often ask to hang out once work was over; she was very private, and usually out with family when she wasn't busy doing some other hobby in the quiet of her own little blue house. But Freya would never turn down burgers, and she'd never turn down Aster.
FREYA: With ketchup please
Aster arrived within the hour, placing two fresh, greasy bags on the kitchen table. They piled the food onto paper plates and flicked through the channels until the oncoming rain finally decided to break through the clouds once more, coming down so violently that Freya got up to shut the window.
It was relaxing enough, and in the mindless entertainment flashing in front of them and her long-time crush sitting by her side for one of a few treasured times, she nearly forgot just what had made her so upset that morning.
The rain stopped around six. Freya got up to throw their garbage out in the kitchen, wondering if she should make dessert for the two of them, when she heard her name.
"Hey, Freya! Come here! You're gonna want to see this!"
She rushed into the room, nervous to find what Aster was so frantic about. But Aster pointed out the window, and up past the clouds, a thin rainbow trailed through the sky and touched down far out at sea.
"You're kidding."
Aster only smiled. "Bet you're not so upset about missing the sunrise anymore." She gestured to the painting supplies still resting on the desk. "How about we try and catch this one? I'd love to watch your creative process. If you don't mind, that is."
"No," Freya said, fondly lifting the supplies into her arms. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Originally coded by: dreamsky
Edited by: ammehsuor

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