Frey
"Mm, they certainly were," Frey agrees, taking tea and tart with a soft coo of pleasure, making sure to sip at the beverage with their pinky out. "With a spread like this, peach, you might be well on your way to joining them," they add, falling quiet for a few moments to indulge themselves. In the silence, Amalia has plenty to say besides.
When she is finished, they raise an eyebrow in her direction. "It is a bird made of fire, dear," they remind her. "The most obvious answer is normally the correct one. It likely comes from a hot place, and it likely travels on its wings." With a grin, they scoff the last bit of the tart and hum over her next point. Apparently satisfied (in more ways than one), they nod acceptance at her reasoning.
"Very well," they say. "Speaking of matriarchs, then, the unicorns are no exception. Within a herd there is always one that leads it. If you would like to help these unicorns through the storms, first you must win the trust of their matriarch. And then you must ride her through the storms, to lead the others."
When she is finished, they raise an eyebrow in her direction. "It is a bird made of fire, dear," they remind her. "The most obvious answer is normally the correct one. It likely comes from a hot place, and it likely travels on its wings." With a grin, they scoff the last bit of the tart and hum over her next point. Apparently satisfied (in more ways than one), they nod acceptance at her reasoning.
"Very well," they say. "Speaking of matriarchs, then, the unicorns are no exception. Within a herd there is always one that leads it. If you would like to help these unicorns through the storms, first you must win the trust of their matriarch. And then you must ride her through the storms, to lead the others."
