frey
They are such budding little creatures, aren’t they? “Heat and much more, if you know what to do with it sugar,” They say, nearly purring the words to Oia through a full pout. All the while, Frey arranges themselves to lounge upon the rock as well, a glistening, beaming specimen of Flowerbirth in full bloom. Now they look to Kaimana, to their questions (and erection), and they give an indulgent smile.
“You are to observe where I left off? I see,” they murmur, stretching out across the warm stone to allow the crimson lichen to crawl over their body. “I think you’ll agree, being twins, that both is always a finer option. Why not both? Adaptation is always a fun little project to watch, to nurture, but sometimes things need a teensy tiny nudge along, you understand? Of course you do.” They reach out, running a long finger along Kaimana’s jaw.
“The Hollowed Grounds are prone to mutations because of the Spire, the barrier and what happened within it. What will happen now there is no barrier? I suppose that’s for us to decide, isn’t it? Or are you truly only observers?”
“You are to observe where I left off? I see,” they murmur, stretching out across the warm stone to allow the crimson lichen to crawl over their body. “I think you’ll agree, being twins, that both is always a finer option. Why not both? Adaptation is always a fun little project to watch, to nurture, but sometimes things need a teensy tiny nudge along, you understand? Of course you do.” They reach out, running a long finger along Kaimana’s jaw.
“The Hollowed Grounds are prone to mutations because of the Spire, the barrier and what happened within it. What will happen now there is no barrier? I suppose that’s for us to decide, isn’t it? Or are you truly only observers?”
