"Friend?" Frey shot the midwife a look. "Such a human thing to think." Tsking under their breath, they left the question of Onma's foreknowledge (or not) up in the air. Such was not for Phoebe to know, after all.
Nodding at that, their point proved exactly, Frey suddenly tore the head off of the Hel. Inhaling from its neck, the god breathed out a plume of lavendar smoke onto the ground. It formed roughly into the shape of a kitten in midair, struggling and flailing as it wafted towards the ground. Solidifying into a plume of hair with legs and a tail, the kitten looked around skeptically for a moment before emitting a rusty-mewl.
Nodding at that, their point proved exactly, Frey suddenly tore the head off of the Hel. Inhaling from its neck, the god breathed out a plume of lavendar smoke onto the ground. It formed roughly into the shape of a kitten in midair, struggling and flailing as it wafted towards the ground. Solidifying into a plume of hair with legs and a tail, the kitten looked around skeptically for a moment before emitting a rusty-mewl.
FREY
