Flashing Sunjata a knowing smile, the deity waggles their eyebrows. "No part of Phoebe is meant for war even if she is rather good at fighting." Oh, the Nightengale was happy to spar with her words, but no part of Frey wanted to see either of their chosen killed off in some ridiculous war. "I mentioned to her that you've both changed, so perhaps things won't be as tense as you think. At least not unpleasantly so." Again Frey grins; of course, they'd be quite pleased if their demigods' started to get along in the biblical sense.
"Now if there's nothing more..." Frey mimes squinting up at the sky as if to judge the time. "Just a few weeks until the end of the season...I assume you and your husband will spend a good deal of that inside of a certain room?"
"Now if there's nothing more..." Frey mimes squinting up at the sky as if to judge the time. "Just a few weeks until the end of the season...I assume you and your husband will spend a good deal of that inside of a certain room?"
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