Frey
"Fun?" Something akin to a sigh of relief seems to swell through the Citadel shrine, and when Frey appears, they are already wearing Evie's dazzling flower crown, reclining back against the gathered offerings from the other gods and plucking up Deimos's plate of fruit and cream to sample it while they talk.
"It is about time that someone did something fun," they continue with a wry smile, golden skinned and vibrant as they sink their teeth into a ripe peach.
"Tell me more," they invite, even as snowdrops and ivy begin to bloom and curl all around them, reacting to the idea of some enjoyment, some peace, some levity.
"It is about time that someone did something fun," they continue with a wry smile, golden skinned and vibrant as they sink their teeth into a ripe peach.
"Tell me more," they invite, even as snowdrops and ivy begin to bloom and curl all around them, reacting to the idea of some enjoyment, some peace, some levity.
