(OOC: I think you may be thinking of a different character...My character here is named Freya, not Alice. just to clear that up)
Freya walked along out of the temple unaware of anything strange happening. She did not look back. She didn't want to after such a strange encounter. It certainly had been a strange meeting, "although I thought I was used to meeting strange people by now, living in such a place" Freya thought.
Freya arrived at her house, if one could call it that. It was more of a little shack, for Freya and her mother were not exactly well off. After she walked in the door this was even more obvious, for the wooden furniture was very simple and there were very few decorations besides some potted plants scattered here and there.
"Mom?" Freya called. "I'm home!"
Freya's mother appeared. She did not look too much like Freya except for the same long blond hair and bright blue eyes. She had a stockier build than Freya, with broader shoulders. She was also a little fat although not very.
"Where have you been?" Freya's mother demanded. "You knew I needed some help cooking dinner!" She held a kitchen knife and was in the process of peeling and cutting a few carrots to be cooked.
"I was at the temple for a while, mom." Freya answered.
"Practicing your hocus-pocus again, I daresay," said the mother with a sniff of disapproval.
"I was practicing my abilities, but they aren't 'hocus-pocus'." Freya's demeanor quickly changed from cheerful to angry. She tried to change the subject, however. "Anything I can still do to help?"
"No, I'm about done the preparation now. It just needs to cook." The mother put some freshly-cut carrots into a pot over a fire. It seemed to contain a few other vegetables and some broth, for a simple soup. "I really don't like you wandering around that temple alone, you know," the mother said. "It's dangerous."
"I'm twenty years old, mom. I can take care of myself."
"You say that, but I'd feel better if your brother was in town and could go with you. He can defend himself much better than you can, you know."
"I know, mom. He's quite a swordsman. Maybe I could get him to teach me sometime."
"Maybe."
"Mom?"
"What?"
"You think I could ever go on adventures like he does?"
"It's part of his job, honey, as a mercenary. I don't think you're cut out for his kind of work."
Freya sighed and looked angry again. "You don't think I'm cut out for anything."
"That's not true. You're a very bright young girl, and beautiful, too. Maybe you could find yourself a rich husband and get out of here." Freya's mother looked wistful.
"I don't want a rich husband. If I ever marry I want it to be because I'm in love. like you and dad were."
Freya's mother sighed. "Love him I did, honey, but he could barely provide for us. Love isn't everything, my little dreamer girl."
"Well love or no love, husband or no husband, I can be just as successful as Jeremy. You'll see."
