FREY
Content with the Sear Cat's greeting, Frey munched happily on their peach as they listened to what Phoebe had to say.
Pausing only for a moment, Frey slurped loudly on the peach, their tongue running up the inside of the yellow fruit as skillfully as they might when between one's thighs. "They are called the Order." The deity said after a moment. "They are..." Pausing to consider how best to phrase it, eventually, they merely shrugged and gave up. "..a necessary nuisance if you ask me." Which Phoebe was, so they continued.
"The Order is from the city that the Voice was born in. They sort of...took it as a personal affront that she became what she did. Now only Accepted, Attuned, and Demigods are allowed there. Anyone with magic in their blood is turned to stone. And Ascended? Well they're killed on-sight."
Pausing only for a moment, Frey slurped loudly on the peach, their tongue running up the inside of the yellow fruit as skillfully as they might when between one's thighs. "They are called the Order." The deity said after a moment. "They are..." Pausing to consider how best to phrase it, eventually, they merely shrugged and gave up. "..a necessary nuisance if you ask me." Which Phoebe was, so they continued.
"The Order is from the city that the Voice was born in. They sort of...took it as a personal affront that she became what she did. Now only Accepted, Attuned, and Demigods are allowed there. Anyone with magic in their blood is turned to stone. And Ascended? Well they're killed on-sight."
Because baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun
