Frey
"One cannot overstep when they are sent by gods," Frey points out; however guarded the Greatwood may be, the Lullaby has been stationed there by those who fall above the forest's usual protection. Still, they listen to the alchemist's concerns, his questions, all the while splashing merrily about in the lichen infested waters. Reaching out, their fingers play through the grass along the water's edge.
Humming out a long, thoughtful sigh, as if debating Remi's need to know, Frey finally smiles a gentle smile. "Yes, peach. The Mathair is a goddess in her own right. She is not the tree - that is merely the place where she resided. Since the corruption by the Ascended portal, she has been forced to flee. Now she resides in a place known as the Feverlands, homeless and hungry."
Frey tilts their head. "Would you return her to the Greatwood?" they ask.
Humming out a long, thoughtful sigh, as if debating Remi's need to know, Frey finally smiles a gentle smile. "Yes, peach. The Mathair is a goddess in her own right. She is not the tree - that is merely the place where she resided. Since the corruption by the Ascended portal, she has been forced to flee. Now she resides in a place known as the Feverlands, homeless and hungry."
Frey tilts their head. "Would you return her to the Greatwood?" they ask.
