Phoebe
She had said she would ask Frey about the forest, and that was exactly what she would do.
It was still quite early in the morning when Phoebe and Pim made their way to the Glade Shrine. She could no longer go to the dedicated Shrine of Frey and Rae anymore after all, so this one would have to do. In her hand was her usual offering, fruits, eclairs, and honeysuckle on silky fabrics. As she set it on the small alter, she looked over at Pim and smiled warmly at him. He was grumpy from waking so early. ”Pim, did you bring Frey an offering like I told you to?” she asked the little dragon, and in turn she earned a little growl and the sudden feeling of irritation. She took it that was a no.
But Pim scurried off, grumble-growling as he did so. Phoebe sighed and shook her head, waiting for her companion to return. After about twenty or so minutes he did, his gifts in his mouth. Pim scurried up to the alter and gingerly laid down what he found – a couple of glow stones, and a small, very dead pheasant. Phoebe blinked at the glowing rocks and dead bird, then looked at the little dragon. ”Really?” Pim growled and sat, head held high. Pim’s gift was something pretty, things it would horde if it could, and food. Wonderful gifts from a mighty fearsome dragonling.
Clearly that was Pim’s gift so Phoebe knelt to pray to her friend and deity of choice. ”Frey, if you might spare some time for me – I’ve questions about the Greatwood, in hopes we might understand what is blighting the trees and help the Fae.”
It was still quite early in the morning when Phoebe and Pim made their way to the Glade Shrine. She could no longer go to the dedicated Shrine of Frey and Rae anymore after all, so this one would have to do. In her hand was her usual offering, fruits, eclairs, and honeysuckle on silky fabrics. As she set it on the small alter, she looked over at Pim and smiled warmly at him. He was grumpy from waking so early. ”Pim, did you bring Frey an offering like I told you to?” she asked the little dragon, and in turn she earned a little growl and the sudden feeling of irritation. She took it that was a no.
But Pim scurried off, grumble-growling as he did so. Phoebe sighed and shook her head, waiting for her companion to return. After about twenty or so minutes he did, his gifts in his mouth. Pim scurried up to the alter and gingerly laid down what he found – a couple of glow stones, and a small, very dead pheasant. Phoebe blinked at the glowing rocks and dead bird, then looked at the little dragon. ”Really?” Pim growled and sat, head held high. Pim’s gift was something pretty, things it would horde if it could, and food. Wonderful gifts from a mighty fearsome dragonling.
Clearly that was Pim’s gift so Phoebe knelt to pray to her friend and deity of choice. ”Frey, if you might spare some time for me – I’ve questions about the Greatwood, in hopes we might understand what is blighting the trees and help the Fae.”
The Honeysuckle Princess
