Frey
Let's be real - Frey is absolutely here for the snacks. The deity appears on their belly with their chin cupped in their hands, elbows propped against the foliage (y'know, like a sixteen year old on their bed). "You ought to become a chef, sugarplum," they remark, picking out some segments of cheese and fruit to sample. "And that is very good to hear." That, of course, is about Petunia.
As for the weapon, Frey smiles down at the plate. "What kind of weapon are you thinking of?" thy enquire, their eyes flicking up as if they might see the glaive they know Talyson has begun to favour as of late. "Bows and arrows are a very good choice, you know."
As for the weapon, Frey smiles down at the plate. "What kind of weapon are you thinking of?" thy enquire, their eyes flicking up as if they might see the glaive they know Talyson has begun to favour as of late. "Bows and arrows are a very good choice, you know."
