Frey
Frey's smile turns ever more crooked, and the tips of sharp teeth can be glimpsed. Nature isn't all berries and flower blossoms, after all. "Take sparingly, peach, and the Greatwood will not collapse beneath the weight of your appetite. Especially not with Deepfrost coming, and herds of luxere on their way." They loll back on the banks, and the grass and mosses are already crawling over them, as if to absorb them back into the Cataract.
"The most direct route is south along the Stonesong," they offer by way of reaching the Feverlands. "You will need to pass through King's End. Be wary of monsters, young Lullaby." And that is as much guidance as they will offer, before they are snatched up entirely by the earth.
~FIN
"The most direct route is south along the Stonesong," they offer by way of reaching the Feverlands. "You will need to pass through King's End. Be wary of monsters, young Lullaby." And that is as much guidance as they will offer, before they are snatched up entirely by the earth.
~FIN
