"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Cordellia may or may not notice a large bite suddenly taken out of one of the peaches as an invisible fingertip scoops out a healthy dollop of honey. Appearing on their own pile of furs, naked as the dawn and oozing both heat and sensuality into the freezing tundra, Frey eyes the newest warden through hooded lids.
"Such a pretty little thing to be out so far in the cold." They add, tilting their head back and laughing richly as they stretch their fingers through the soft furs on which they luxuriate.
"Such a pretty little thing to be out so far in the cold." They add, tilting their head back and laughing richly as they stretch their fingers through the soft furs on which they luxuriate.
