Everest
Not since he'd been a child and had inadvertently stumbled upon one of Frey's shrines had Everest even thought about the gods in a manner at all related to his daily life. He'd have contentedly kept it that way skipping those particular levelling reqs with MP, having never really imagined that there would be anything that could possibly necessitate his going, at least until he'd met Isla.
Now, even though he was slightly nervous about it, he walked along the Rainbow Road quite confidently with Isla's fingers interlaced between his own and with a pocket full of seeds that Mateo had assured him were hardy enough to grow almost anywhere. In talking it over they'd decided that calling upon the nature aspect of Frey was likely in their best interest. Where Ludo was too tricksy and Safrin was too unpredictable, of the remaining duality of Frey, the nature side seemed the most appropriate. "I've done a bit of reading about how this normally works, but I assume you'll let me know if I start to go off track?" It might have been years since Isla had last had to pray at an old god's shrine, but he doubted if that made her any less knowledgeable about it.
Clearing his throat, the aviator knelt down on the rainbow stones before placing the seeds in the cracks around them where they might take root and grow. "Nature Frey...we'd like to please speak with you."
Now, even though he was slightly nervous about it, he walked along the Rainbow Road quite confidently with Isla's fingers interlaced between his own and with a pocket full of seeds that Mateo had assured him were hardy enough to grow almost anywhere. In talking it over they'd decided that calling upon the nature aspect of Frey was likely in their best interest. Where Ludo was too tricksy and Safrin was too unpredictable, of the remaining duality of Frey, the nature side seemed the most appropriate. "I've done a bit of reading about how this normally works, but I assume you'll let me know if I start to go off track?" It might have been years since Isla had last had to pray at an old god's shrine, but he doubted if that made her any less knowledgeable about it.
Clearing his throat, the aviator knelt down on the rainbow stones before placing the seeds in the cracks around them where they might take root and grow. "Nature Frey...we'd like to please speak with you."
I've done the math, checked the facts
And there's no changing that
And there's no changing that
