Freya

Mood: A fair hand plucks a flower from the battlefield, her golden tears mourn the fallen she now claims for her realm. Smells Like: Bees flitting in a grove of honeysuckle, flowering orange trees, and soothing vanilla. Scent Strength: Medium                                              -------------------------------- A carriage drawn by giant gray cats rushes across the lands. Its rider's hair flows in golden waves, her eye keen and bright. Upon her breast shines the brightest jewels. Love and beauty are her charges, but she will not shy from battle. When warriors take up arms, she will stand among them, as brave as she is lovely.