Frey
"Lavender is quite a hardy plant." Frey stands beside the forlorn looking vines as if they have been there listening all along, golden skin a touch paler with the Deepfrost chill, clad in tangles of seaweed and fishnet. "But even it will succumb if not given a little care."
Brushing their fingers across the limp blooms and frail stems, the lavender immediately perks up under the touch, growing strong and vibrant and filling the air with their calming scent. Frey smiles, withdrawing only when the entire port side of the Sugartide is in bloom, and he glances back towards the girls with a tilt of their head.
"Food for thought," they murmur, before dissolving away on the sea breeze.
Brushing their fingers across the limp blooms and frail stems, the lavender immediately perks up under the touch, growing strong and vibrant and filling the air with their calming scent. Frey smiles, withdrawing only when the entire port side of the Sugartide is in bloom, and he glances back towards the girls with a tilt of their head.
"Food for thought," they murmur, before dissolving away on the sea breeze.
