The moss on Sunjata's chosen branch begins to work up the demigod's leg, coating the muscle. It pulses with warmth and strength, like some all-natural massage machine. At almost precisely the same temperature as the Flood's skin, it will feel like nothing at all is on him, though his eyes will tell him something different. Up it rises, working towards his back where it might help smooth out any lingering tension in his muscles.
Appearing on a lower branch, the god sprawls. Nude, with one leg stretched out and the other tucked neatly under their ass. "On a day like today, I think I could spare a moment or two." They say, drawing in a deep breath and luxuriating in the sunlight. With their hands folded beneath their head and eyes closed, they grin up at Sunjata.
Appearing on a lower branch, the god sprawls. Nude, with one leg stretched out and the other tucked neatly under their ass. "On a day like today, I think I could spare a moment or two." They say, drawing in a deep breath and luxuriating in the sunlight. With their hands folded beneath their head and eyes closed, they grin up at Sunjata.
FREY
