Frey
"A bow?" Frey tilts their head, gazing down upon Lisbeth even as they raise the hand with the peach in it, allowing it to roll gracefully along their arm. "That seems simple enough, my sweet. I have made many a bow in my time."
Catching the peach and sinking their teeth into the juicy flesh, they hum out a sigh of approval for the offering. "Just a bow, though? I think we can do better than that. You wish to fight the Ascended, yes...? Perhaps we can heat things up for you a bit...?" They raise their eyebrows, as if to ask whether Lisbeth has any objection to such.
Catching the peach and sinking their teeth into the juicy flesh, they hum out a sigh of approval for the offering. "Just a bow, though? I think we can do better than that. You wish to fight the Ascended, yes...? Perhaps we can heat things up for you a bit...?" They raise their eyebrows, as if to ask whether Lisbeth has any objection to such.
