Hotaru
angels would damn themselves for me
It has been no small number of years since the Valkyrie has entered the Temple in the Grounds. It is familiar as ever, aside from the old clinic. Not her style of architecture mind you, and the shrine she directs herself to is rather…ugly. Far too public, not nearly as delightful as the mounds of bone or spiraled stones of the shrines in the world beyond. Or maybe that’s just the irony of being a Frey devotee. Maybe it’s a little strange to seek her herald here and now. In the Grounds, after meeting Nate and assuring herself as to his…rebirth. Well, given Sunjata’s entire everything, Ru is sure Frey has seen much worse.
Luckily Ru is never without sway be it material or verbal, so her offerings don’t waver in their quality. A lovely set of leather handcuffs, repurposed with some rabbit fur lining - certainly not what the seller of the original cuffs had intended - and a small branch of winter berries. Shrugging out of her longer winter coat and kneeling upon it, Ru bows her golden head. “Frey, do you have a moment? I have an idea to bend your ear with.” A desire - and Frey is so familiar with those.
