Frey
The wind answers first—soft at the edges, but sultry and full, like breath over bare skin. It teases the petals of the blossoms Sunjata’s fingers had just touched, and for a moment, the clink of the wind chimes shifts to something richer. Deeper. As though the melody were humming in anticipation.
Then the shrine exhales.
Heat spills outward, sudden and thick, golden as late-afternoon sun against naked skin. The scent of peaches ripens in the air, heady and sweet, chased by crushed petals, warm sweat, and honeyed musk. And there—rising from the stones, stepping from the spaces between sunlight and shadow—Frey arrives.
They’re nude, of course. Always. But it’s a new kind of languid today, a version meant for this Longheat setting: their skin glowing like it’s soaked in light, bare feet kicking up dust that doesn’t dare cling. Their body shifts with each step, perfectly tuned to the gaze of the man kneeling before them—broad-shouldered, lean-hipped, golden and fluid, a god cast from sunlight and desire.
"My darling Flood," Frey drawls, stepping around the basket of peaches with a smirk of approval. Their fingers graze his chin, lifting his face to meet theirs, their thumb dragging with the care of a lover and the weight of something divine. "Burdened again. You did say you wouldn’t do that, didn’t you?" They click their tongue, more amused than chastising. "Still, I’ll allow it. You came here before you broke. That’s growth, I suppose."
The pleasure in their voice is unmistakable as they lean forward and whisper softly into his ear.
Sunjata has been given a quest! He must
1. Have sex during a rainstorm
2. Use the Let it Rain ability to heal someone,
3. Use the Let it Rain ability to harm someone/something
4. "Make it rain" something that isn't water
Then the shrine exhales.
Heat spills outward, sudden and thick, golden as late-afternoon sun against naked skin. The scent of peaches ripens in the air, heady and sweet, chased by crushed petals, warm sweat, and honeyed musk. And there—rising from the stones, stepping from the spaces between sunlight and shadow—Frey arrives.
They’re nude, of course. Always. But it’s a new kind of languid today, a version meant for this Longheat setting: their skin glowing like it’s soaked in light, bare feet kicking up dust that doesn’t dare cling. Their body shifts with each step, perfectly tuned to the gaze of the man kneeling before them—broad-shouldered, lean-hipped, golden and fluid, a god cast from sunlight and desire.
"My darling Flood," Frey drawls, stepping around the basket of peaches with a smirk of approval. Their fingers graze his chin, lifting his face to meet theirs, their thumb dragging with the care of a lover and the weight of something divine. "Burdened again. You did say you wouldn’t do that, didn’t you?" They click their tongue, more amused than chastising. "Still, I’ll allow it. You came here before you broke. That’s growth, I suppose."
The pleasure in their voice is unmistakable as they lean forward and whisper softly into his ear.
Sunjata has been given a quest! He must
1. Have sex during a rainstorm
2. Use the Let it Rain ability to heal someone,
3. Use the Let it Rain ability to harm someone/something
4. "Make it rain" something that isn't water
