Frey
"Any time, doll." Frey takes one of the crisp apples next, biting into the sweet flesh and letting the juice trickle down their chin. They listen quietly to Noah's question, to the remarks about the Sparkbird, and an expression of exquisite sadness comes over their face as they lift their gaze to the Halovian hunter.
"A very admirable thought," Frey says, "but I am afraid it will not be possible. What happened in the Hollowed Grounds was tantamount to the bird's death throes, peach. It is gone now - and if it is still around at all, it will be wherever Caido resides. There were other attempts to free it and find its home, you see, but they did not come to fruition. I imagine the bird went mad with it, in the end."
"A very admirable thought," Frey says, "but I am afraid it will not be possible. What happened in the Hollowed Grounds was tantamount to the bird's death throes, peach. It is gone now - and if it is still around at all, it will be wherever Caido resides. There were other attempts to free it and find its home, you see, but they did not come to fruition. I imagine the bird went mad with it, in the end."
