Frey
”An accusation? No, a request.” Frey laughs, still waiting expectantly for her to serve the tea and the tart. ”Nature’s matriarchs are both formidable and nurturing. An aspiration that we all might hold.” They lean back on their hands to listen. And their eyebrows raise to hear her promises, a smile creeping across their lips. Hands clapping together, they reach out for some of the berries, popping them into their mouth.
”I am not so sure I can offer you help with the Spark Bird, sugar,” they say, mischief twinkling in their eyes. ”If you made a promise to me, and now you are asking me to help you fulfil that promise... I might as well do it all myself, no?”
The unicorns, though. That poses a more interesting predicament. ”I might be able to help,” they purr. ”But why ask me, child of Vi? Surely a different herald holds your preference.”
”I am not so sure I can offer you help with the Spark Bird, sugar,” they say, mischief twinkling in their eyes. ”If you made a promise to me, and now you are asking me to help you fulfil that promise... I might as well do it all myself, no?”
The unicorns, though. That poses a more interesting predicament. ”I might be able to help,” they purr. ”But why ask me, child of Vi? Surely a different herald holds your preference.”
