Freya raised a brow at Rune. She had to admit, he was charmingly beautiful and now an interest to her, but she still could not believe that he did not know what a cat was. It was one of the most common domestic animals of all the living generations.<br/><br/>She observed how he stood up, watching his muscles tight or relax as she began to second guess her typical reaction to human males. "Asgard? I would not have likened fantasy to reality," she told him, "I suppose if your massive land dies not have cats or internet, then that may be the case but... In the task world it's hard not to see a domestic animal somewhere."<br/><br/>She observed him, watched him run his hand through his hair till he spoke again. "I never said that,"  she gasped, getting up abruptly as her face grew red. It almost would have caused the thought that maybe she wasn't breathing or maybe she was Ted from the sun resting on her pale smooth white, tan brown. She was not purely from Asgard but rather half. She didn't know it of course though, her foster mother never told her. " You tell yourself you're a handful but you can't judge h-how I handle others," she told him and herself as she stood up to him.<br/><br/>Her heart swooned at his smile and she suddenly felt overcome with sudden weakness. "W-well Rune, I'm am Freya. I don't know my parents so I could not tell how I remind you of your Norse culture, but I do believe anything is possible."