Frey
With hands clasped and a cheerful smile on their face, Frey watches Lisbeth put the bow into action offering little more than a bow of their head as it has the desired effect. "May it serve you well, peach," they murmur, already beginning to scatter away on flower petals, as if disintegrating into the Longheat breeze.
And soon enough Lisbeth stands alone in the shrine once more, but she has something to show for it, at last. May it bring her luck in the coming conflict.
~FIN
And soon enough Lisbeth stands alone in the shrine once more, but she has something to show for it, at last. May it bring her luck in the coming conflict.
~FIN
