"Well, then off you pop." Frey said with a weary nod that might have also held the shadow of a smile. "I said you could ask me questions. So far I haven't heard one." They added.
And then of course, she asked one.
"The big tree." Frey said, without hesitation. "The one the Fae believe might have once been a goddess, centuries and centuries ago."
The cloud lowered slightly more so that Phoebe might peer into the god's face. They looked agitated and exhausted. "You humans act like the world is yours to save. It isn't. Stop putting that burden on yourself honeybunch. If I ever hear you say you failed everyone again, I'll wack you so hard your won't be able to sit down for a month. And not in a fun way." A bit of their old humour resurfaced, but only just.
And then of course, she asked one.
"The big tree." Frey said, without hesitation. "The one the Fae believe might have once been a goddess, centuries and centuries ago."
The cloud lowered slightly more so that Phoebe might peer into the god's face. They looked agitated and exhausted. "You humans act like the world is yours to save. It isn't. Stop putting that burden on yourself honeybunch. If I ever hear you say you failed everyone again, I'll wack you so hard your won't be able to sit down for a month. And not in a fun way." A bit of their old humour resurfaced, but only just.
