The moon is high

I have thrown myself into far off suns. Fire is nothing. [She frowns]

I would like you to set me on fire. Please. [She looks very calm while saying this][Her hair has been dripping black goo onto the floor too]

[Her eyes widen and she perks up a bit] Could you help me? I need to consume your fire if that's okay.

[She makes a clicking noise] I'm fine, just answer the question quickly. [She looks down at the goo dripping onto her dress]

"Freyja." she said, giving a little curtsy. "Would you mind helping me? I need energy, and would like to avoid using the sun if I don't have to."

"It's very annoying, yeah. I usually steal from the city. Hm." she paused for a moment then blinked at Tristan. She continued speaking with a hand blocking her mouth from his sight. "Have we met before?"

"Unfortunately, it's not enough. I'm trying to keep the sun from disappearing slowly as well." she said, although she seemed like she needed energy quickly. "I'm sorry. This is very unsightly."

She smiled, and shook her head. "I need energy from something else. Like the sun or...radiation which might sound strange." she said, wiping her sleeve on the edge of her mouth. Black goo showed up on her sleeve. She sighed.

She was tired. "Need energy I guess." she said, brushing hair behind her ear. "I haven't eaten well in a long time."

Freyja walked around, black goo dripping from the tips of her hair. It seemed like it was forming from her. She looked tired.

Well, by this point Tristan was used to seeing strange sights, and while this is certainly stranger than he’s used to, he tried his best not to react too badly. “…Um– are you alright?”

She looked at him and nodded. Her eyes seemed to glow. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" she asked, although she was fully aware that her hair was beginning to drip.

[She sounds lowkey threatening] It’s pink and small. It has a bow in its hair.

[He’s probably right] Go get it then. [She kinda gives him an upset and disappointed sort of look]