frey
Glancing down at the hand suddenly cupping theirs, Frey tilted their head to the side (leaning it slightly against the cool pink scales of their dragon-scarf). "Such a mortal gesture." They said, though there was amusement in their kaleidoscopic gaze.
Looking at the device that Phoebe's friend made, Frey simply shrugged. "It would not do me much good to look through poppet. I already see all. But I'm glad that you are beginning to as well. Context always soothes the soul."
Blowing rainbow static gently towards Pim, the god shrugged. "Mortal problems require mortal solutions. Your queen, your relationship with the fae, these aren't things I care about." Such was said bluntly, but not unkindly. The barriers the mortals made for themselves were not the ones that the gods were obligated to help them over.
Looking at the device that Phoebe's friend made, Frey simply shrugged. "It would not do me much good to look through poppet. I already see all. But I'm glad that you are beginning to as well. Context always soothes the soul."
Blowing rainbow static gently towards Pim, the god shrugged. "Mortal problems require mortal solutions. Your queen, your relationship with the fae, these aren't things I care about." Such was said bluntly, but not unkindly. The barriers the mortals made for themselves were not the ones that the gods were obligated to help them over.
