Frey
"Frey hears you, honey." They are before Noah without any pomp, simply a mirror of the hunter as he kneels before the shrine. "How beautiful." Reaching out, they gather the blooms and lift them up towards their nose, inhaling deeply.
They appear wearing nothing, as usual, though their bronzed skin seems to feel none of the cold. Indeed, Frey is comfortable in all climes and all weathers, though unlike their more sexually charged counterpart, Noah will feel no sensual urges upon regarding them.
No, all is peaceful. All is as it should be, as they say. "You have questions for me, peach," they murmur, lowering the bouquet. "I am listening."
They appear wearing nothing, as usual, though their bronzed skin seems to feel none of the cold. Indeed, Frey is comfortable in all climes and all weathers, though unlike their more sexually charged counterpart, Noah will feel no sensual urges upon regarding them.
No, all is peaceful. All is as it should be, as they say. "You have questions for me, peach," they murmur, lowering the bouquet. "I am listening."
