Frey
"I do not consider myself an egotistical deity, but I will admit, it has been some time since one arrived empty-handed to my shrine." Naked and shimmering in flecks of gold, Frey's nature aspect appears with the smell of petrichor and a soft, blossom filled breeze. Flowers bloom at their feet, and they remain standing before the shrine, tall and bright eyed, gazing down at Sarah.
"No offering, and you want something from me?" Their brow furrows. "What use would you have of a magic sword? I do not decide what elements will be bound into such a weapon - that must come from yourself." Whether immunity, strength or some other ability, it isn't Frey's decision to make.
"No offering, and you want something from me?" Their brow furrows. "What use would you have of a magic sword? I do not decide what elements will be bound into such a weapon - that must come from yourself." Whether immunity, strength or some other ability, it isn't Frey's decision to make.
