Frey
But of course they will still appear to Noah. In a shroud of colour from the water falling from the geyers, Frey appears somehow just as comfortable here as they did in the snows of Halo. "My, this is a little different to when we last met, is it not?" they remark, sprawled on the hot stone and seeming bonelessly comfortable there. From beneath their fingers, tiny flowers start to bloom through cracks in the earth.
"Tell me, honey bun. Are you still looking to protect that little snowcone of a place all the way up north?" they ask, lazily turning their head to regard Noah. "You are Vi's man now, after all. What a shame - we could have had such fun, you and I. Still, a deal is a deal, unless you have changed your mind about Halo...?"
"Tell me, honey bun. Are you still looking to protect that little snowcone of a place all the way up north?" they ask, lazily turning their head to regard Noah. "You are Vi's man now, after all. What a shame - we could have had such fun, you and I. Still, a deal is a deal, unless you have changed your mind about Halo...?"
