[God Quest] The Rice Dance

The bird song rose and mixed with the gentle russshshhhhh of the leaves; a chorus of enchanting whispers that subtly seemed to hum phoebe, phoebe, phoebe. A warm wind whirled around the midwife as she stopped and called out. Brightly coloured petals scattered in her wake, and from being the naive Emmett, Frey appeared. Naked as the earth, Frey's shifting body was a wondrous and sensual sight to behold. Emmett would suddenly feel a hand on his shoulder, and as Frey's fingers tightened over the muscles there, the man would feel temporary relief from the weight of all that had happened to him. His body would feel rejuvenated, his mind at ease, his loins ablaze—it was Flowerbirth after all. With a knowing smile towards Phoebe who would no doubt be amused by the god's timing on the heels of Emmett's declaration that they were alone in the glade, Frey moved away, a ripe slice of melon in their hands suddenly. Lifting it to their lips and biting into the orange flesh, Frey let the juices run down their neck and chest with a sensual grin of pleasure. The overwhelming adoration and lust for the god would mist over them like a gentle summer rain, invigorating and drenching all at the same time. " An interesting choice." Frey mused, crossing their arms slightly as they gazed upon Phoebe. "The midwife and the farmboy. It's like the start of a story..." Taking another bite of the melon, Frey tossed the rind over their shoulder. Where it struck the ground, a beautifully bright orange lily suddenly sprouted. "But what sort? A short story of summer romance? A horror novel? A mystery?" Pursing their lips, Frey directed their kaleidoscopic gaze towards Pheobe. " Frey