She put the last utensil in its appropriate drawer, a chesire grin upon her face. "I win." she chirped happily.
"The grass always looks greener on the otherside." she reminded. Just because his current problems weighed him down didn't mean a different set of ones would be any easier to manage. He had a control in his life that the demigods didn't, subject to the whims of their parent deities. But she wouldn't argue the point further. It was normal to wish for those things one didn't have.
"Yes, but they could use Nature Frey's help in bettering their climate." she said. It was becoming less frozen wasteland and more growing metropolis thanks to Frey's assistance. "I'm not sure. I don't know much about them and have never met one." she admitted. Surely they weren't as powerful, being subdieties. But she could be wrong.
"The grass always looks greener on the otherside." she reminded. Just because his current problems weighed him down didn't mean a different set of ones would be any easier to manage. He had a control in his life that the demigods didn't, subject to the whims of their parent deities. But she wouldn't argue the point further. It was normal to wish for those things one didn't have.
"Yes, but they could use Nature Frey's help in bettering their climate." she said. It was becoming less frozen wasteland and more growing metropolis thanks to Frey's assistance. "I'm not sure. I don't know much about them and have never met one." she admitted. Surely they weren't as powerful, being subdieties. But she could be wrong.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
