<strong>~ Freezya~</strong><br/><br/>After her work out, she slipped off her staff as she walked into her garden.  These clothes needed cleaning now anyways.  So she does not change before planting and weeding the beds of flowers and food.  She liked a balanced garden.  So there were paths and patches of flowers amongst her fruits and vegetables.  So many pretty colors and sweet smells.  She inhales deeply, letting the smell of a rich earth blend with the aromas from her growing plants.  She smiles a deep smile and does a slow, encompassing spin around.  Speeding up gently as she continues in her silly motion.  Her long red braid unweaving as it fans out behind her.  When she is done, she giggles and then sets about being sure no undesired plants have sprung up.  Once all was in order, she weaves her fingers in a subtle dance and speaks an elven word for 'rain'.  As big, lazy drops of water fall over her freshly tended loves, she walks away satisfied.<br/><br/>She goes in and tends to her hygene and then slips into bed.  The comments from the blacksmith no longer haunting her.  She sleeps a deep restful sleep born of a satisfied peace.  It is one of those nights you never even remember dreaming.  The next morning she rises, rested and ready.  She dresses quickly in a long loose weave in green and gold.  For as loose at it hung, it still managed to highly her rounded curves.  She grabs her books and heads out to tutor the young boys in reading.