Frey appeared in mid-air, on their back, laying effortlessly on a puffy purple cloud. There seemed to be something in their hands that they were softly tossing back and forth, but given how much higher they were than the midwife and the dragon, it would be hard to see.
"No such thing as a correct course, pickle." They said in a sultry drawl. "Just whatever you decide." Through the cloud one of their legs dangled, idly drifting back and forth as if in water.
"Oh go on then. What have you found?"
"No such thing as a correct course, pickle." They said in a sultry drawl. "Just whatever you decide." Through the cloud one of their legs dangled, idly drifting back and forth as if in water.
"Oh go on then. What have you found?"
