"Pipe down."  The voice was booming, female, and very... persuasive.  Then, the shining form's face would turn, and turn back... a wave of her hand, and walk toward the woman.<br/><br/>The light would shift and form into a body, a beautiful woman in her 20's, standing at about 5'6" with a graceful form, wearing loose-fitting and tough-looking leather clothing, wearing a cape very similar to the one the woman received today... apart from the transformation.  Her eyes, however, were simply yellowish glowing orbs, and her hair was a bright red, shimmering gently.<br/><br/>By all accounts, this was the Freya depicted all throughout the town.<br/><br/>Freya's mouth would not open as she spoke: "Hm... I'm not quite there yet."  Her hand would grab the back of the woman's hair, pulling her up and examining her.  "My muscles... need to be toned a bit more.  Why, I couldn't even jump five feet with what I have..."<br/><br/>The strange thing about hearing her musings, is that they were spoke by two voices- her own, and Freya's...<br/><br/>"Oh.  I had forgotten..." She'd look with a bit more compassion now.  "You don't like this form very much.  What's wrong with it?"