Freyja was staring up at the clear sky until she heard the sound of thundering hooves. She turned to see that Tarnished approaching. The warrior gave a not to approaching figure. "Ah, well met. That was a fine battle indeed." Freyja crossed her arms as she watched the Tarnished dismount; their steed disappearing into the breeze that lightly brushed past. "It heartens me, that another warrior stands among us. Among the beckoned."