(OPEN/FREYA) into the wild

[BALDUR ASGRIM]

The dark haired man tugged the woollen cloak closer to his body as he was sitting on a tree stump in front of a burning campfire. His grey eyes were staring into the flames and a familiar frown was placed between his dark eyebrows as his soft lips were pouted. Even though it was spring, the nights were still cold in the wild, and the man could see his white breath in front of him as he gently separated his lips and exhaled. With a small sniff and reached out for a stick that was placed on top of two other so they were holding it over the fire. The stick was pierced through a big rabbit he had shot today. He turned the meat so it would brown on the other side before taking his cup of hot herbal tea and sipping to it.
He looked up at the red sun that was setting behind the mountains in the distance and it threw a red shine over the small bush-like pine trees that were standing around him. A big even star was already shining from the dark blue sky and his serious eyes slowly lost themselves in the sight of it. He had always wondered how far the stars were from them and what they were. His uncle used to say that it was the campfires of their ancestors who had died and gone to “heaven”. He would like to believe that, but somehow Baldur thought that the explanation was not complex enough. It was as if the stars were hiding a secret he would never find out.
The steam from his tea reached his nostrils and he inhaled the minty scent of it before taking another sip. His eyes fell upon the tent a bit away from the campfire. It was a small tent he usually used when he was on the road. It had only room for two but that was also enough for him. He and his good friend Freya had a tradition for going out camping ever since they were kids and their parents had allowed them to go out alone. They had spent many days in the wilderness and he had enjoyed her company. Even though there were big pauses between their former regular trips, he was always looking forward to go on one of them with her. She was the only person who he had let getting close to him. Baldur was a very reserved person and he never let anyone become really good friends with him. But he had known Freya as long as he could remember and she was the best friend he had.

[FREYA STORMBORN]

Freya had come here ever since she was a little girl. She had always been accompanied by her best friend, Baldur. They seemed to be different like day and night, she with her blue eyes and golden almost silvery hair in contrast to his dark locks. But despite their different appearance, the two of them had seemed to get along pretty well. Freya had known Baldur ever since she moved to Bree-land with her parents from the North. She was far away from home. When you hear North, you have no idea how far north it means. She is from the small culture that lives near the Ice Bay – where they have ever-lasting winters and where they are talented in skiing and mushing. Something the people down south have no idea what is.

Freya walked out from behind the trees and watched Baldur turn the meat around over the fire. She took a seat in front of him and studied his serious face. He always seemed to look like that to her. At first she had been rather confused because she thought that he never smiled. But the girl had slowly gotten used to it. Her blond hair was braided into a few small braids that were gathered on her back. The rest of her hair was hanging down her chest. She was wearing warm clothes despite the spring weather. The nights were still cold at this time of year in the wilderness, and she caught herself in shivering a bit. Wrapping her arms around her body that was dressed in woollen clothes and leaned forward and glanced up at Baldur from behind the flames. “What are you thinking about?” Freya asked curiously as she gently tilted her head.

The smell from the rabbit filled the air around them and her mouth started watering as she thought about the nice spiced meat. Freya had not eaten since this morning and her stomach was roaring for food. After having warmed herself by the fire, she stood up and walked back to their tent for some salt and plates. “Don’t you think that it is done soon?” She asked him as she found her knife and gently made a cut into the meat to see how red it was. “Perhaps we should give it a few more minutes…” She mumbled as she noticed the pink meat in the middle. Juice dripped down on the hot embers and made it hiss. She couldn’t wait to eat this food. She unpacked some of their bread and broke two pieces off which she placed on each plate. She found the vegetables that had been boiled this morning and put them next to the bread. It was a simple, but delicious dinner.