The Honeysuckle Princess

"Sure was." Frey agreed with a slight smirk, pulling their arms across the water Frey began to glide in lazy circles staring up at the clouds. "Shields. Portals. Cloaks. Sounds like you've been listening to your fair share of stories sweetlips." They said after a moment. Sitting up on the surface of the water, physique appearing carved from marble as rivulets of water streaked down their shoulders, they stared at Phoebe for a moment. "Getting what you want is nice. Getting what you need is far better though." They said languidly, feet suddenly dipping below the surface of the water as if the lake was a dock beneath them. "Figure out what that is. Talk to a few people and find out what they would have found useful in their times of danger; cloak, shield, or portal? Maybe find some danger of your own and see first hand." Phoebe must talk to at least 2 people who have encountered serious danger and see what type of defense they would have liked. Then she needs to get into some trouble of her own! Frey

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