Every detail seems expertly crafted, and the image of Freya knitting in a cold, numb, wet shell of a city is a poignant one, as someone else said. The way she's drawn out of her sense of false security is very moving; you realize only HE could have ruffled her feathers just that way, and that's what makes it all perfect.

Amazing fic!

This is a lovely one shot. You have written it extremely well, and the moods of both Freya and Fratley were perfect, down to the word. Very moving.

And this line was pure genius in communicating what Fratley was talking about: "...and you still cling to it like seaweed to driftwood." - Seriously, that was awesome. Many, many kudos to you.

Exquisite. Freya and Amarant are such intruiging characters to read about.

~~*ShinakaStar*~~

Wow. That was...intense. You delved well into Freya's character. She just COULDN'T bring herself to move on, just like with Fratley. Only when presented with the harsh truth from a friend could she gather her courage, and leave with him. Beautiful. I could even smell the rain..

That was an amazing flex of creative muscles, using subtle language and vast amounts of description to make the settings without equal. It's one of the few times I'm happy to see the heroes so perfectly alone and vulnerable.

Oh, hell. Absolutely, terrifyingly beautiful; Freya sitting and knitting alone in a ruin is one of the most incredibly evocative images I've ever seen. Your characterization is totally *perfect*, I'm in love. Freya in a rotting ruin; all the "Burmecia is magically suddenly back to normal and Freya did it all by herself because she is superhuman!" stories should take a leaf out of your book. Freya is fallibly, totally, utterly Freya here.

Perfect, poignant, unsentimental and all the more subtle for ripping one's heart out while they read. Just lovely. Language - sigh, it was candy-coated eye-crack.

This is a very peculiar story. Your writing style is almost poetic. You describe things in great detail, yet do not show much events.

This was an interesting story, but I find it hard to believe that Freya would just sit and knit instead of rebuilding her home.

I hope to hear of you soon.

Also, if you're interested, you could take a look at my story - The Sentinel.