Frey
Continuing to fuss over Astra and letting her munch the apple from their hands, Frey’s padding in the waters cause fish to scatter from the crimson moss. They hum under their breath, turning their face up to the Flowerbirth sunshine to enjoy it for a moment or a million. ”Everything changes, sugar,” they remind Loren, pleased that his upset has subsided. Such a silly little thing to be sad about, and easily resolved too.
”What event froze Halo?” they want to know. ”They Climb is the Climb. Halo is Halo. You have so many thoughts, peach, that I’m not sure whether you’ve imagined them up, or if my long memory is spinning out into the stars.” Finished with the apple, they gently ease Astra from their lap and get up to stretch mightily.
”What event froze Halo?” they want to know. ”They Climb is the Climb. Halo is Halo. You have so many thoughts, peach, that I’m not sure whether you’ve imagined them up, or if my long memory is spinning out into the stars.” Finished with the apple, they gently ease Astra from their lap and get up to stretch mightily.
