Frey
Amalia has spent 450 MP to receive a quest from a god!
”Two promises? Honey, you’re burning the candle at both ends.”
Frey’s voice echoes in the buttery sweet scent of blossoms on the wind; petals dance through the air and whisper across her cheeks, before forming into the nature deity seated comfortably on the stone. They clap their hands together, preening over the apple tart, the berries, the tea and the cream.
”Well this is just to die for, isn’t it sugarplum? Do play mother, won’t you?” They wave to the tea and tart, implying that Amalia should serve it all up. ”While we sample these delicacies, you can regale me of these promises.”
”Two promises? Honey, you’re burning the candle at both ends.”
Frey’s voice echoes in the buttery sweet scent of blossoms on the wind; petals dance through the air and whisper across her cheeks, before forming into the nature deity seated comfortably on the stone. They clap their hands together, preening over the apple tart, the berries, the tea and the cream.
”Well this is just to die for, isn’t it sugarplum? Do play mother, won’t you?” They wave to the tea and tart, implying that Amalia should serve it all up. ”While we sample these delicacies, you can regale me of these promises.”
