Freyl: Goddess of Fields

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Freyl: Goddess of Fields by Mae Poll

If you have ever seen a shining form standing in the fields - a strong, fair woman with cornrows in her hair and sunlight in her eyes - then you have caught a glimpse of Freyl.

Her blessings can usher in bountiful crops and imbue vegetables with vigour and flavour. Displease her, though, and you will be harvesting nothing but withered disappointments.

The good folk of Mellowfields know better than to get on the wrong side of the Goddess of the Fields.

They worship Freyl above all others and long to hear her laughter rippling through the gently swaying wheat as they compete to grow the biggest, hardiest vegetables in her honour.

But that rich laughter stops once the harvest has been brought in, for if there is one thing Freyl hates above all else, it is the barren cold of winter.