Frey
Frey's brows furrow as if they are trying to remember, and they let out a sigh that rings of disappointment in themselves. "Names change with the centuries, sweetpea. But I would probably look out for things growing." They wink. "That is what Flowerbirth is all about, after all. I am sure if that season's deity is about, they will be making their presence known one way or another."
Smiling their bright agreement at Mildew's powers of persuasion, Frey rolls among the leaves and mosses that are beginning to overtake their form once more. "Busy, busy. Aren't we all, peach? Do call on me again, won't you? I have so missed our chats." For now, though, it isn't long before there's little left of the deity but the mossy branch they sprang from.
~FIN
Smiling their bright agreement at Mildew's powers of persuasion, Frey rolls among the leaves and mosses that are beginning to overtake their form once more. "Busy, busy. Aren't we all, peach? Do call on me again, won't you? I have so missed our chats." For now, though, it isn't long before there's little left of the deity but the mossy branch they sprang from.
~FIN
