Phoebe
Her first offering had failed, and at first she was surprised...but then felt stupid. Of course her offering wasn't accepted at a Safrin Shrine. Could someone have post partum baby brain? So once again Phoebe made her way up to a shrine, this one most decidedly for Frey. She placed down her offering of peaches and prayed, "Frey, thank you for providing a safe haven for people during the war, and for all you do each day to bring beauty into the world."
As she opened her eyes she noticed another offering at the shrine. A small bouquet of flowers that had wilted under the heat of the sun. With a small smile she reached out and touched them, sending a pulse of healing magic to the plants. Quickly the blooms plumped back up, regaining their shape and scent and vibrant color. There. Frey would like that much better.
As she opened her eyes she noticed another offering at the shrine. A small bouquet of flowers that had wilted under the heat of the sun. With a small smile she reached out and touched them, sending a pulse of healing magic to the plants. Quickly the blooms plumped back up, regaining their shape and scent and vibrant color. There. Frey would like that much better.
i'll let you into my soul
but wipe your feet at the door
but wipe your feet at the door
