Frey
"Mathair is a dark and fickle goddess. It is why she liked the Fae so much - I have no doubt she would like to return to the Greatwood, if you would help her to make a home there." Remi meets Frey's gaze and the deity does not look away; their eyes seem to bore into the Lullaby's, as if able to read him plain with nothing more than a stare.
As for what gods might eat? Frey is smiling now as well; a hungry, sly smile of their own. "Gods? That is too vague a question to answer. But Mathair? She is hungry, peach. She'll eat anything, and she'll need to eat a lot of it. Try warm, fresh meat - that taste always seems to benefit an ailing creature. At least one like Mathair."
As for what gods might eat? Frey is smiling now as well; a hungry, sly smile of their own. "Gods? That is too vague a question to answer. But Mathair? She is hungry, peach. She'll eat anything, and she'll need to eat a lot of it. Try warm, fresh meat - that taste always seems to benefit an ailing creature. At least one like Mathair."
