& they said you were the crooked kind
that you'd never have no worth
Oh, and Frey had been generous to her. And she’d tossed it away in the means of trying to spend the rest of her life in love, in strength, in power, in being unable to be used like a pawn for Zariah to breed more abandoned children. Still, she takes the words against the shield of her heart, nodding her head quietly and unable to find anything worth it to say to that. They were right. That was it.But there is something she can say as soon as Amalia’s finished, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she regards the god again. Wessex had told her to keep it a secret, that they all had to keep it a secret. But this was Frey, for the better of the people in the Hollowed Grounds, and with it? The safety of the people, which was the entire reason they were here in the first place.
Backpacking on Amalia’s words, the Penumbra takes a deep inhale of breath, feeling much like Sam in this moment if anyone found out, and sighs quietly before continuing. “The Ascended with the help of the Voice are planning to eradicate the LongNight monsters next year. If there is a way to get the Sparkbird here this LongNight, we can find its home when Flowerbirth comes…” She trails off, shooting a glance toward Amalia with anxieties raging within her. “Next LongNight we plan to remove them. And then the Sparkbird would be welcome without the need for it to survive.” She offers, turning her attention back to Frey.
but you were always gold to me
the
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