Phoebe will feel a bouquet of fingers tickling up her back and slipping into her hair as Frey appears behind her. "Did you have a nice little getaway?" They wonder, voice rich and eyes full of laughter. "The garden must have thought you needed a holiday. It so rarely appears anymore, you know. " Pouting a touch, the deity shrugs as they step to Phoebe's side, reaching out their hands to pluck Jude away from her. However sexual they might appear to their demigod, to an innocent child they would be nothing more than a golden pillar of strength and safety.
"Of all the places you might have chosen...this is a very good place my sweet one. Well done."
"Of all the places you might have chosen...this is a very good place my sweet one. Well done."
