Frey
"How were you to know, sweet thing?" Frey asks. "The Sparkbird, wherever it is now, will not bother the Grounds again." And nor will it come during LongNight, but that is all but a given. Then Eira approaches, and with fingers both soft and firm, Frey gives her an indulgent scritch. "Hello little one," they coo, taking another bite of the apple before setting it down for the gryphon to enjoy.
Then the stoic hunter with the glacial eyes speaks again, and Frey delivers to them their whole attention. "You wish to nurture and to nourish?" they ask. "Or to protect and defend? They are two different paths, peach. Tell me which you seek, and I can tell you how best you might proceed."
Then the stoic hunter with the glacial eyes speaks again, and Frey delivers to them their whole attention. "You wish to nurture and to nourish?" they ask. "Or to protect and defend? They are two different paths, peach. Tell me which you seek, and I can tell you how best you might proceed."
