Frey
"Change is no bad thing," Frey agrees with a lazy smile. "All things must cycle, like the seasons and the weather. Else we would stagnate, no?" They wiggle their eyebrows at her which, from their current upside-down state, looks rather ridiculous. The expression turns into just as ridiculous a pout as war overtakes their conversation, as it is wont to do these days. Rolling onto their belly, Frey rests their chin on their forearms.
"It is difficult not to be involved, when this war runs the risk of ruining the very land we stand upon," they admit. "Your sister-in-arms, Phoebe, is working on the cause as well. We must ensure that there is space to grow and thrive and change when this is all over, no? Not only that, but our lands are hardly helpless. I think you know that more than most."
"It is difficult not to be involved, when this war runs the risk of ruining the very land we stand upon," they admit. "Your sister-in-arms, Phoebe, is working on the cause as well. We must ensure that there is space to grow and thrive and change when this is all over, no? Not only that, but our lands are hardly helpless. I think you know that more than most."
