The air around Loren would suddenly grow pleasantly warm, as if the Deepfrost chill was nothing more than a curtain meant to disguise a world of heat and pleasure. As Frey appeared, languidly leaning against the bark of the nearest tree, Loren would find himself entirely stripped of his clothing but far, far from naked. Oh no, instead he would be covered, nay drenched in the sumptuous pull of the god's radiance. A divine feast for his senses, the summoner would find himself overcome with lust for the deity, their kaleidoscopic features perfectly resembling whatever it was the summoner desired in his heart of hearts. Leaning down with a sensual slowness, Frey produced a peach from the air and dipped it in the milk and honey. Taking a large bite and letting the various juices descend down their arm, they leaned lazily against the tree to appraise Loren.
"You sound like you know what you're talking about hun, but you've got the wrong god. Watch over those who cannot watch for themselves? Let love triumph?" They rolled their eyes. "Instead of flowery words, better you plant some actual flowers like you were told to."
"You sound like you know what you're talking about hun, but you've got the wrong god. Watch over those who cannot watch for themselves? Let love triumph?" They rolled their eyes. "Instead of flowery words, better you plant some actual flowers like you were told to."
