Phoebe
"The flowers were from someone else! I'm not the only person leaving offerings here!" Phoebe said in exasperation. How dense could a person be?
"I know because as Frey's demigoddess I have spent considerable time around these shrines, certainly more than you!" she said dryly. She couldn't grasp the concept of offerings though so why would she grasp a more complex topic like why sharpening a knife on a shrine doesn't make it sacred?
Then of all things she turned and called on Frey themselves. For the love of the gods why would Frey answer her after all she had done? She didn't deserve any of Frey's precious time! But then the knife began to wibble and wobble and suddenly the woman held the most ridiculously ornate dildo - was that filigree on the shaft? - she had ever seen.
The Nightingale couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, doubling over.
"I know because as Frey's demigoddess I have spent considerable time around these shrines, certainly more than you!" she said dryly. She couldn't grasp the concept of offerings though so why would she grasp a more complex topic like why sharpening a knife on a shrine doesn't make it sacred?
Then of all things she turned and called on Frey themselves. For the love of the gods why would Frey answer her after all she had done? She didn't deserve any of Frey's precious time! But then the knife began to wibble and wobble and suddenly the woman held the most ridiculously ornate dildo - was that filigree on the shaft? - she had ever seen.
The Nightingale couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, doubling over.
i'll let you into my soul
but wipe your feet at the door
but wipe your feet at the door
