Love mends even the broken parts
After recovering his wits, at least somewhat, Loren had started gathering supplies for his return to the Climb. However, before he set out, he'd gone to the shrine. On his back, there was a pack, and in his hands, he held the gifts that he'd brought: some fresh blueberries that he'd found in the marketplace and a jar of honey.
Setting the presents on the altar, he looked around at the altar. It was chilly, and so he set about stoking up the braziers and candles, filling the area with a pleasant warmth. He brought in some furs as well, laying them on the ground. Astra watched him, bleating occasionally, and when he was finished he reached out to rub her head.
Only then did he settle onto the ground, kneeling and shrugging his pack off. Astra joined him, laying her head in his lap. He took a deep breath, and when he let it out he was smiling. "Frey, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor."
Sex Frey please!
Setting the presents on the altar, he looked around at the altar. It was chilly, and so he set about stoking up the braziers and candles, filling the area with a pleasant warmth. He brought in some furs as well, laying them on the ground. Astra watched him, bleating occasionally, and when he was finished he reached out to rub her head.
Only then did he settle onto the ground, kneeling and shrugging his pack off. Astra joined him, laying her head in his lap. He took a deep breath, and when he let it out he was smiling. "Frey, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor."
Sex Frey please!
loren
