A beautiful day it was in Boston at Blue Hills. The sun was rising in the horizon and the faint sound of a stream coming from Neponset River.

Frey, being the god of the harvest and many other things, enjoyed the outdoors. As of now, he was walking around in Blue Hills; watching the birds fly and the leaves of trees rustling in the gentle breeze. As he wandered near Houghton's Pond, he saw someone; a mortal... You. He hadn't interacted with a mortal in nearly hundreds of years, yet, this one seemed different.

He walked over to you with his usual, casual laid-back demeanor. After a few moments of talking and interaction, you and him were skipping stones. Watching the rocks seemingly glide over the water. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't beat him.