Phoebe
Phoebe held her own mug with both hands, her frown seeming to have frozen on her face in the cold. In reality, the tale the hunter spun was upsetting to the demigoddess - so much turmoil in an already treacherous place...it was disheartening to say the least. And all because of the Voice. "The Voice seems to hold a stronger influence amongst the abandoned. Maybe because the Old Gods have done just that." she said with a light shrug. It was...unpredictably predictable. Some abandoned remained true to the old gods, and yet just as many, if not more, turned to whatever promises the Voice provided.
"What is the quest?" she asked curiously, managing a small smile. "You must've had a good meeting with them if they gave you a quest?"
But his question had her looking down into her mug of cocoa, as if all the answers could be found swimming about the chocolatey beverage. "I believe Frey finds the war irritating. It presents many problems they find offensive and have even tasked me with aiding them in preserving what life I can in its wake." she said, glancing back up at Noah. "You see, Frey doesn't care about our politics or squabbles or even our morals. They create and nurture life. Anything outside of that is boring at best and bothersome at worst."
"What is the quest?" she asked curiously, managing a small smile. "You must've had a good meeting with them if they gave you a quest?"
But his question had her looking down into her mug of cocoa, as if all the answers could be found swimming about the chocolatey beverage. "I believe Frey finds the war irritating. It presents many problems they find offensive and have even tasked me with aiding them in preserving what life I can in its wake." she said, glancing back up at Noah. "You see, Frey doesn't care about our politics or squabbles or even our morals. They create and nurture life. Anything outside of that is boring at best and bothersome at worst."
she's changed, you can see it in her eyes
