Frey
"What took you so long, sweetpea?"
Frey's voice is as soft and abundant as their presence, and they appear almost as a mirror image to Zavien, kneeling opposite on the other side of the offerings. Reaching out for a strawberry and dipping it in the bowl of cream, Frey spends a moment to enjoy it before eyeing the seed, tilting their head. Naked and golden, though devoid of the overt sexual elements of their counterpart, the gesture to the third element of Zavien's offering.
"I believe this is meant to be planted," they say, reaching out to cover it with their hand. When they remove their fingers, there is naught but a small pile of fresh, tilled soil, as if the seed is now nestled deep beneath it. "What is your request?"
Zavien has made his roll, so there is no need to use his item quest token!
Frey's voice is as soft and abundant as their presence, and they appear almost as a mirror image to Zavien, kneeling opposite on the other side of the offerings. Reaching out for a strawberry and dipping it in the bowl of cream, Frey spends a moment to enjoy it before eyeing the seed, tilting their head. Naked and golden, though devoid of the overt sexual elements of their counterpart, the gesture to the third element of Zavien's offering.
"I believe this is meant to be planted," they say, reaching out to cover it with their hand. When they remove their fingers, there is naught but a small pile of fresh, tilled soil, as if the seed is now nestled deep beneath it. "What is your request?"
Zavien has made his roll, so there is no need to use his item quest token!
