The chairs around the tables were occupied, except for three,certainly more than it used to be before, three years ago. Yes, that was when her mother had come and taken her away from the orphanage.
At first, it had been a bit rough relating with her and the others in the new community, away from her friends in the orphanage, even though she had still attended her old school, but when she had told her the reasons why she had left her in the orphanage home, for her protection, she had come to accept her bit by bit, the community too. But they usually ate alone in the large dining table. Not with others.
Ordinarily, Freya was an introvert. She avoided public places as much as possible, preferring not to have to worry about shielding herself from unwanted emotions, especially since after that night.
She took a deep breath and walked in, her hand clasped with Yodah's.
