get the moonlight out of your hair

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Laughing in realization, Lily nods at the news of what prompted the move. “That does sound like something they’d do.” The two women - herself and Phoebe - are probably the two most well acquainted with Frey, if only for their interests and professions. Some part of her thinks them mismatched with Safrin and Ludo, wondering why Caido needs a god for sex when they have a god for life. Though the two aren’t necessarily one and the same, they often go hand in hand. “What do you think of Frey?” she asks impulsively, leaning forward over her glass with a hushed, conspiratory tone. She’d never say anything to anyone about his answer, but he is so well spoken and kind. Flirts well. Easy to look at… Lily would hate to have to think ill of him. “Do you have a… preference? For the Gods here?” In other words: what kind of man is he? Safrin’s man? How boring and rigid, they have plenty of those. A follower of Ludo like her adopted sister, fierce but maybe a little brainwashed? One of the Voice’s? Have there ever been non-Ascended followers? Or does he toe the line more than she does, no favorite, waiting to see what life throws at them and their needs? At least he isn’t judgemental. That much is evident, and she smiles at his compliment. “Well, perhaps I’ll rub off on you a little bit and your so called non-existent wit will improve.” After a sip of her drink, her expression falls a bit to hear that it takes women so long to become free. She’d almost forgotten that they’re so far apart, that though their hands could touch if they wanted to, it breaks all the rules of time and space to do so. “What are… the big things that happen between my time and yours?” Tilting her head a bit to one side, the redhead regards him with a searching gaze, fully absorbed in their conversation. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye