"Couldn't have done it with you, sweet lips." Frey replied, their smile just as golden as any of Harper's had ever been. "But we have more to discuss than just making babies. Come." So saying they opened their arms to her, gesturing her close.
"While you were on your walkabout in the garden, I set Sunjata out on a little task of his own. He's been working on creating a haven so that when this ridiculous war begins to climax, those with half a brain rattling about their skulls will have a place of safety to go. Like a coccon, before opening again after the dust has settled." Letting their fingers glide over Phoebe's shoulders, Frey tilts their head.
"Of course Vi will send his hero, as will the rest of them. But you my golden treat, do not belong around such violence. Not unless you want to fill that hole in your heart with blood rather than something sweeter." As with most things, they would not choose for Phoebe. She could stay and fight, or she could go elsewhere. 'There is every chance you will die if you choose to fight, but there are things worse than death, of course.'
"While you were on your walkabout in the garden, I set Sunjata out on a little task of his own. He's been working on creating a haven so that when this ridiculous war begins to climax, those with half a brain rattling about their skulls will have a place of safety to go. Like a coccon, before opening again after the dust has settled." Letting their fingers glide over Phoebe's shoulders, Frey tilts their head.
"Of course Vi will send his hero, as will the rest of them. But you my golden treat, do not belong around such violence. Not unless you want to fill that hole in your heart with blood rather than something sweeter." As with most things, they would not choose for Phoebe. She could stay and fight, or she could go elsewhere. 'There is every chance you will die if you choose to fight, but there are things worse than death, of course.'
