doing fine enough to know that everyone's a little broken
Admittedly, his words don't surprise her. Not the negative take on Frey, that always manages to tug her 'brows up, because in all her experiences Frey has been one of the easiest and most level-headed gods to work with. There's always two sides to a story though, and there's a lot to be said about how reality gets warped by perception, and how anything in hindsight becomes sharper than in the moment. Would Frey still give the same answer now? Maybe.
She can understand why that might have been the response he received. Nature isn't really the kind to grant favor to one thing over another. Infection is all part of the balance, and sometimes the necessary progression of something that's become too large to sustain. Although there's little comfort in thinking Frey might stand idly by while they're all wiped out, she can respect that it'd be a possibility. Selfishly, she'd fight like hell for her life, for the ones that mattered to her, but in the end they don't really matter much at all. There's a different kind of comfort in that thinking though.
"Hmm," she says thoughtfully, not surprised to hear he's one of the ones Safrin has collected. "I can appreciate what each god offers," she settles on, tucking her warning back behind her teeth as a thin smile greets his pride. "Well, let's continue on a search for your new headquarters then," she suggests as she nudges her horse back into movement, leading the way out of the heart of the labyrinth with the practice of a local, leaving behind the notions of gods and alliances to the bowl of flame.
[FIN]
She can understand why that might have been the response he received. Nature isn't really the kind to grant favor to one thing over another. Infection is all part of the balance, and sometimes the necessary progression of something that's become too large to sustain. Although there's little comfort in thinking Frey might stand idly by while they're all wiped out, she can respect that it'd be a possibility. Selfishly, she'd fight like hell for her life, for the ones that mattered to her, but in the end they don't really matter much at all. There's a different kind of comfort in that thinking though.
"Hmm," she says thoughtfully, not surprised to hear he's one of the ones Safrin has collected. "I can appreciate what each god offers," she settles on, tucking her warning back behind her teeth as a thin smile greets his pride. "Well, let's continue on a search for your new headquarters then," she suggests as she nudges her horse back into movement, leading the way out of the heart of the labyrinth with the practice of a local, leaving behind the notions of gods and alliances to the bowl of flame.
[FIN]
For the first time in a long time, I'm doing fine
COLT
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
