A/N: Writing challenges, after a brief several year hiatus, have finally returned! My writing buddy Kuneko wanted a satisfactory answer to what exactly Freya's job was in Grand Bazaar, so I tried to come up with one. A word of warning though - her job does not typically fall into the 9-to-5 workday, so take my offering with some suspended disbelief. Regardless, enjoy!
Who, Freya, are you?
She was the girl who worked. Everyone in town knew it. Every day, at nine sharp, she'd be stepping outside those bizarre gates and on her way to the city. She was mature, she was sophisticated. She was the girl who brought city charm and finesse into small, humdrum, town life. Marianne would sit across from her every evening, teeming with desire for a recounting of the city fixtures – the skyscrapers, the neon lights, the bustling sites. Freya would weave that story for her, night after night, bringing the smell of street stands, gasoline and people to life. The city was her life and, in town, she was its spokesperson.