"Yes, Your Majesty?" Cera said, her muscles tensing up. Nothing good was going to come out that Queen's mouth.
"You could help my daughter fulfill her quest." The Queen's eyebrows arched, daring Cera to refuse. "She shall find you a soul. That is her quest, and now yours."
Freya's stomach was sinking. This day was getting better and better.
"Your Majesty, she-" Cera begin, before realizing what the Queen had said. Daughter? Realizing she had paused for longer than was proper, she bgan again. "You Majesty, she has already gifted us a soul. My Father has it. He sends his regards."
Freya glanced at Cera. "I....I have not granted her a soul yet! I just met her in the streets now to tell her about it! You can't just grant a soul, you have to find one." After all, faeries didn't have souls either.
((I thought the deal was Freya would take her to the Queen if she told her that Freya had given her a soul?))
((hm.......spaced that one, sorry.))
**The Queen peered at Cera closely. How had Fera found a soul so quickly? She grinned a sharp grin and said, "Well if you have a soul, then there's one thing you can do that the rest of us cannot." **
'What is that?" Cera said, beginning to realize that honesty was in fact the best policy.