Frey
”Hello there, gorgeous,” Frey croons to Astra, their fingers working through her soft fur. They set down the empty bowl so that the little luxere might lick the leftover cream from it. At the mention of Tanau, of Eirachi’s brother, a frown passes over their face, sudden as a Flowerbirth shower. Taking their feet from the water, they get up and stretch, flowers seeming to spread over their tanned form.
”Tanau has always belonged in the Climb. Whatever gives you the impression that he has been bound?” They inquire, turning to look at whatever Loren holds in his hands. ”It’s a chunk of metal,” they say helpfully. ”Tanau is fond of such things, given the elements he likes to play with.” They hold out a hand for it.
”Tanau has always belonged in the Climb. Whatever gives you the impression that he has been bound?” They inquire, turning to look at whatever Loren holds in his hands. ”It’s a chunk of metal,” they say helpfully. ”Tanau is fond of such things, given the elements he likes to play with.” They hold out a hand for it.
