Frey
This has been coming for some time. Heh, coming.
Hey, no, stop that.
They don’t mean the festival - no, that comes every year, without fail after the cold nothing of LongNight. They mean themselves. It’s a cycle, like the seasons, like the way plants grow and blossom, wither and die. Frey is close, is one with themselves. But time approaches when they must separate, much like the deity to whom they are the herald.
So as they arrive, oozing eroticism and bounty like an overripe fruit, before Nephele at the entrance of the festival... they also leave, too.
Frey steps away from Frey, a duality restored. The one before Nephele is still beautiful, rich skin decorated in flowers (indeed, they duck down that they might receive a wildflower crown). The one who steps away, though, crackles with incredible, unbidden sexuality, licking their lips and blowing a kiss over their shoulder.
”This one’s not for me, hon,” they say, addressing their counterpart, stepping away into the woods with a cheerful whistle.
Frey has arrived at Fiat Lux and has split into a dual-god, like their parent deity Rae!
OOC Note: This means there are now two Freys you might pray for at a shrine. One is the epitome of sexual freedom and experimentation, the other (the one currently at the festival) represents fertility, nurturing and abundance. If you don’t specify when you pray, we’ll flip for it and surprise you.
Hey, no, stop that.
They don’t mean the festival - no, that comes every year, without fail after the cold nothing of LongNight. They mean themselves. It’s a cycle, like the seasons, like the way plants grow and blossom, wither and die. Frey is close, is one with themselves. But time approaches when they must separate, much like the deity to whom they are the herald.
So as they arrive, oozing eroticism and bounty like an overripe fruit, before Nephele at the entrance of the festival... they also leave, too.
Frey steps away from Frey, a duality restored. The one before Nephele is still beautiful, rich skin decorated in flowers (indeed, they duck down that they might receive a wildflower crown). The one who steps away, though, crackles with incredible, unbidden sexuality, licking their lips and blowing a kiss over their shoulder.
”This one’s not for me, hon,” they say, addressing their counterpart, stepping away into the woods with a cheerful whistle.
Frey has arrived at Fiat Lux and has split into a dual-god, like their parent deity Rae!
OOC Note: This means there are now two Freys you might pray for at a shrine. One is the epitome of sexual freedom and experimentation, the other (the one currently at the festival) represents fertility, nurturing and abundance. If you don’t specify when you pray, we’ll flip for it and surprise you.
