"Mhmmm." Frey humed, and as they did so, Tal would feel the buzzing sensation on his own lips as well. "The Grounds was his favourite before it all went," turning slyly, Frey looks suggestively at the courier as their hands roam up their body. "-tits up." Against his chest the courier would be treated to the phantom traces of the deity's fingertips ghosting along his skin beneath his clothes.
"She's definitely no Voice, no. But who am I to say what Dygra will or won't do? You know what they say about those who assume." A smile tugs at the herald's words. Shrugging their shoulders, Frey turns their attention back to the offerings and plops another raspberry into their mouth.
"She's definitely no Voice, no. But who am I to say what Dygra will or won't do? You know what they say about those who assume." A smile tugs at the herald's words. Shrugging their shoulders, Frey turns their attention back to the offerings and plops another raspberry into their mouth.
