Seeds to Sow

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "About...Frey?" Sam wondered what Caiside could want information about Frey for. Caiside didn't seem the type to go to get advice from anyone about sex; Sam was sure he was absolutely confident in all those kind of matters, given the way he preened about with that ridiculous eye makeup. But as it happened, he could help Caiside here. He had been interested in myths and Gods since a young age and read almost every book he could in the Atheneum - if anyone were to help Caiside in this matter it would be him. "I know...a l-lot. About the Gods. What do you...what do you w-want to know?" He asked, shifting to sit a bit more towards Caiside, his bitterness momentarily put aside in favour of curiosity. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.