Frey
The seeds Liam scatters instantly burst into growth, finding root in the soft ground and stretching leaves and stems up towards the light where they unfurl in pops of fragrant colour. Frey appears behind the Accepted rather than before him, golden skinned and clad only in the red lichen that gives the Crimson Cataract its name.
"It is a lovely place, is it not? Not as well-used as it once was, but beautiful nevertheless." they murmur, stepping on bare feet around to the red river as it floats before them, reaching up a hand to touch their fingers to the bloody water. "What sort of help do you require?"
"It is a lovely place, is it not? Not as well-used as it once was, but beautiful nevertheless." they murmur, stepping on bare feet around to the red river as it floats before them, reaching up a hand to touch their fingers to the bloody water. "What sort of help do you require?"
