Praeteritus

[TheJarl]

Freya Eistochter

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Sorry. Freya had not expected that word. It was a good sign, not because of what she apologised for, but because Annika was willing to apologise at all. Apparently, she did not want to upset Freya. “Do not say sorry, you have some reason to be suspicious. After all, I had rejected you when it was you who reached out to me. You had wounded me as much as I may have wounded you, and I was angry at you as much as you may still be at me. I…” She paused thinking carefully about her choice of words. “I…”

Much to her own frustration she could not find the words she wanted. An unusual situation for someone known for her sharp tongue. She sighed deeply. “The thing is, Nika, I did not want to follow you. As quickly as I once climbed, as quickly did I fell, and regardless of how you may feel about those events, you gave the final push.” She tilted back her head and stared at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with Annika. “Blindly doing your bidding would be foolish. I did not trust you and..” She suddenly chuckles a bit. “And yet now trust is what I ask of you. That is foolish of me too I suppose.”

She tilts her head forward again, but looks slightly to the left to avoid Annika’s eyes. “I do not intend take the helm from you. I would not follow you blindly and I cannot ask the same from you. I offer to work together, because it benefits us both, and more importantly it will benefit the Second Popular Revolution. You have your group of followers and they follow you, not me; I’ve still got some people as well, I don’t think that will be any surprise to you.”