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{On knees visiting her mother's "grave."}

(The young girl walked up next to Freya.)

{Pins some hair behind her ear with one hand, the other lays flat against her jean-clad thigh. Never looking away from the old grave marker as she speaks.}

You're supposed to be back at the house, little one.

{To Klaus, Hope had always been the "littlest wolf" or his "wolf princess." Freya had always stuck to "little one" as Hope was so much more than just a wolf.}

You're here.

(There were very little places that she could go unescorted. Even with half the city afraid of her father there were still the factions that were against him. He wasn't one for risking that he loved most to his enemies.)

I doubt he would be angry for me paying my respects.

(She looked down at the grave. As she stared down at it flowers started to grow rapidly and bloom.)

It's not the same. {And Hope knew it, no matter how unfair it seemed at times.} My comings and goings have never been...of interest to your father.

{Freya gave a small smile at the flowers, for only being a quarter witch as opposed to half like herself, Hope was gifted for her age. The boost of being a first born within their line.}

Someone's been practicing. {She turned and looked at Hope.} It's a complicated history, your grandmother's deeds.

(The little girl might have only been a quarter witch but she had power that was unknown. She was the first of her kind.)

Elijah's been teaching my through instruction.

(It wasn't as if she hadn't heard about it. Not from her family but others that were aware.)

Haven't really heard anyone speak well of her.

Passive instruction. {Freya responded, it was the best Elijah would be able to do as a vampire. Magic was very different in practice than it was in books.} Was I moving to slow for your liking? {She had always tutored Hope slowly, partly due to Klaus's request and partly due to not wanting the magic to overwhelm her. One botched spell could trigger the wolf side in her and none of them wanted that so young.

She nodded at that assessment.} She meant well. {Freya stands, leading Hope back to the Plantation House that had been rebuilt; Freya having chosen to live there some years ago.} But that can be said for many of us in this family. The better question, is what would you like to know?

You okay? [Sonja doesn't really know her sister-in-law, circumstances having forbidden them from getting acquainted. But perhaps, now, they could fix that. When Freya left the house, Sonja had offered to follow...feeling her presence would be more welcome than her husband's.]

Freya's back stiffened at the question, the closet one would see to a "jump" out of her; having been unaware she'd been followed. Still, she supposed it made sense, the Mikaelsons closed ranks when it came to one another and despite still being the oddity, Freya was someone Klaus would be keen to keep watch over -for now. If the witches rebelled, Freya would be their first line of defense.

For a moment she didn't answer, merely continued looking at the plaque before her. Not so much as a hint of Esther's ashes remained here and yet...it was a place Freya could go to be close to her. To work through the thousand years worth of emotions with something to direct it at. Sighing, she closed her eyes and placed her hands to the earth, chanting under her breath. Moments later, white tulips pushed through the dark soil and bloomed. The flower intentional of Freya's part, the white tulip standing for forgiveness.

"Fine," she answered quietly.

Oh Sonja could care less about Klaus and who he thought needed to be watched. She had dealt with her brother-in-law far too long to be intimidated by him.

Far too long.

"I always liked your mother. You know...before the trying to kill everyone bit."

Freya's lips quirked in irony, shifting her weight a moment so that she could balance her weight from her knees to toes and move into a crouch. From there it was an easy transition to standing and she dusted the dirt off her jeans.

"She charmed many people," added quietly, "even so, I must find it in myself to forgive her. She did the noble thing in the end. Protected those she had risked everything for so long ago."

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