She would notice a large crowd in the center of town, chatting endlessly, with a stage set up and everything.  But that wasn't what the young woman's attention would be fixated on- instead, her eyes and nose would notice the gigantic feast that everyone seemed to be partaking in, in varying amounts.<br/><br/>Figuring an open feast was infinitely safer then another probably foiled attempt at stealing food from the tavern, she decided to fly in.  This was probably a mistake, as the moment she did so, the entire crowd seemed to look at her.<br/><br/>"Here here!  The star of the day has arrived!"  The masculine and excitable voice would tickle memories.<br/><br/>The familiar sound of someone casting a spell would be heard- her mother's voice- and her flying powers would be immediately deactivated should she have any ideas of trying to escape.  She would further find herself grounded when her father's arm encircled her.<br/><br/>"For today, a prophecy is to be upheld, and my daughter is to be clothed in the warm embrace of Freya!"<br/><br/>Cheers of the pious would immediately erupt, and it suddenly dawned on the young woman what she was here for.  She would receive her cloak, and be dunked into the underground lake located within the cavern, where she would *meet* Freya in her dreams and be told her fate.  Most were told they would go on a ten year journey- some longer.<br/><br/>She would furthermore receive the Cloak of Freya; a cloak made of the silk of specific giant spiders located in the region.  It was exceptionally warm and durable, but otherwise unremarkable... usually.