Here kitty-kitty indeed.
"How quick you are when you want something." The god muses. Their lips are tilted up in a disarming smile, a brow cockily raised as they stare down at the midwife. Arms folded across their broad chest, they reach not for the plump peach nor the stone, but for the Helthat Phoebe absolutely brought with her. Petting the dead bird, Frey gives Phoebe a mischievous smile at the mention of Onma. "Talkative old thing, isn't she? But my, the tales she could tell." They chuckle. "That's the thing about Sear cats...it can be hard to tell them apart from regular cats, so many-a secret is said in their presence without anyone knowing."
"How quick you are when you want something." The god muses. Their lips are tilted up in a disarming smile, a brow cockily raised as they stare down at the midwife. Arms folded across their broad chest, they reach not for the plump peach nor the stone, but for the Hel
FREY
