Pleased as always by Phoebe's constant adherence to the god's appreciation for offerings, the basket of fruit was suddenly set on by a plethora of flies, snakes, and other common creatures that lived in the grasses (grasshoppers, ticks). Devouring all that had been brought, Frey appeared, naked and outrageously sexual as always, wiping something from their lips as if they had just eaten the offerings themself. Which, in a way, they had.
"Awww, bits of your body you grew out of? How very thoughtful." Frey cooed, leaning down to collect the tiny pink scales. In an act of whimsy, Frey pressed them against two of their fingernails, where they stayed, easily moulding against the shape of their finger like some strange magical stick-on nail polish.
Glancing lasciviously up at Phoebe, Frey grinned. "You're quite pretty from this angle, you know that?" They purred.
"Awww, bits of your body you grew out of? How very thoughtful." Frey cooed, leaning down to collect the tiny pink scales. In an act of whimsy, Frey pressed them against two of their fingernails, where they stayed, easily moulding against the shape of their finger like some strange magical stick-on nail polish.
Glancing lasciviously up at Phoebe, Frey grinned. "You're quite pretty from this angle, you know that?" They purred.
