[say]"Is that all then?"[/say] Frey asked, their foot swinging lazily from the branch. Phoebe had asked precisely the same question this time last season. Perhaps they ought to get a sign.
Plopping a honey-covered bit of apple into their mouth, they crunched decadently, enjoying the bright crispness partially masked by the fluid sponge of the honey.
Plopping a honey-covered bit of apple into their mouth, they crunched decadently, enjoying the bright crispness partially masked by the fluid sponge of the honey.
