Frey
They look at the metal, but they do not touch, the deity tilting their head to examine it more closely. ”He was in trouble. That is as good a trap as any other, wouldn’t you say, sunshine?” They straighten up again from their inspection. ”It’s no good keeping it as a trinket. Whatever’s in it is already in you. Best you return it from where it came, no?” They lick a bit of cream from the corner of their mouth where it’s been misses, swinging their arms and turning to look out at the Crimson Cataract.
”You shouldn’t concern yourself so much with ifs and buts and changes, peach. Haven’t you got better things to do? Babies to make?” They sigh, leaning down again now to pat Astra atop the head.
”You shouldn’t concern yourself so much with ifs and buts and changes, peach. Haven’t you got better things to do? Babies to make?” They sigh, leaning down again now to pat Astra atop the head.
