The
Nightingale
Deepfrost was apparently the time for visiting the gods, as Phoebe found herself with more requests and questions than she had had in some time. Perhaps since before the war. But for the first time she did not come on behalf of herself, but of the people she now represented. There was a lot of work to be done to improve the quality of life in the Greatwood, and the intervention of the gods was called for.
And she could think of no better god to ask for help from than Frey. They were, after all, the god of nature (and sex but that was nature in a way too she supposed). Setting a jar of mixed berry preserves she had made just for Frey, she looked up at the shrine. "Frey, if you have time, I've a request to make on behalf of the citizens of the Greatwood." she called out.
And she could think of no better god to ask for help from than Frey. They were, after all, the god of nature (and sex but that was nature in a way too she supposed). Setting a jar of mixed berry preserves she had made just for Frey, she looked up at the shrine. "Frey, if you have time, I've a request to make on behalf of the citizens of the Greatwood." she called out.
little birds sing even after a storm
