Frey
Frey smiles kindly to Mildew as she speaks, letting their cheek loll on their arms, and for all the continuing talk of war, it's with a long, decadent sigh that they seem to relax. Flowers and vines are already creeping along the backs of their legs, and a mischievous smirk on their face suggests that it very much tickles. "Regrettably, I do not think you will be able to sit out of this, peach," they say, shifting at last to sit up.
"But to best ensure the land is protected, you may wish to concentrate your efforts on those who know it best. You have already met the Mathair, but there are three others. I would seek each of them out and see if they might also help contribute to the cause. Or at least how they might best go about defending their seasons."
"But to best ensure the land is protected, you may wish to concentrate your efforts on those who know it best. You have already met the Mathair, but there are three others. I would seek each of them out and see if they might also help contribute to the cause. Or at least how they might best go about defending their seasons."
