Frey
The offerings, always appreciated, promptly spring to life as they are placed upon the shrines. The flowers, preserved and painted as they are, burst with colour and vibrance once more, plump and blooming where they lay. And a golden hand reaches for a mango, Frey simply appearing before them, cross-legged and sinking their teeth into the ripe fruit. "Mm - you always know what to bring to make me smile," they purr, peering over at the gathered... two.
"I do hope you are intending to grow enough to feed more than just the two of you." There's amusement in their tone, at least, and they gaze across the gathered ingredients, the foundations laid outside. Clapping their hands together, they rise to their feet. "How wonderful. Shall we, then?"
Without waiting for the response, Frey steps out of the shrine - and all that Morgan has brought rises along with them, trundling out into the open towards where the greenhouse will be situated.
"I do hope you are intending to grow enough to feed more than just the two of you." There's amusement in their tone, at least, and they gaze across the gathered ingredients, the foundations laid outside. Clapping their hands together, they rise to their feet. "How wonderful. Shall we, then?"
Without waiting for the response, Frey steps out of the shrine - and all that Morgan has brought rises along with them, trundling out into the open towards where the greenhouse will be situated.
