Frey
"Oh, aren't they always, honeybunch?" Frey croons as they appear before Flora, lounging on the hot stones (well, as hot as they'll get until someone removes that pesky shrine to the Eirachi) and tilting their head at her offering. Before her eyes, the copper will bubble and melt, and tiny, coppery ants march their way up along Frey's fingers and up their arm.
"Lovely," they purr (just like Lucifer), before raising a hand so that the three feathers - one bright, one black as pitch and one pure white - all rise up between them. With a flash and a sound like a whipcrack, they transform before Flora's eyes, iridescent and strong and very, very sharp.
"And there you have it, sweet thing."
Flora has completed her quest! She receives the following:
Deadly Plumage | Grey | Offensive
Three iridescent feathers capable of being used as projectiles. Razor sharp, they will recall themselves to the user's palm at will up to a range of 10ft.
"Lovely," they purr (just like Lucifer), before raising a hand so that the three feathers - one bright, one black as pitch and one pure white - all rise up between them. With a flash and a sound like a whipcrack, they transform before Flora's eyes, iridescent and strong and very, very sharp.
"And there you have it, sweet thing."
Flora has completed her quest! She receives the following:
Deadly Plumage | Grey | Offensive
Three iridescent feathers capable of being used as projectiles. Razor sharp, they will recall themselves to the user's palm at will up to a range of 10ft.
