To and Fro

Though Torchline had grown cold due to the presence of a certain shrine hidden within Rae's Fingers, as the herald appeared the air seemed to grow heavy with moisture and heat. Reclining on one of the rocks with coral beneath their back to soften the edges, Frey stretched and rolled their naked shoulders before turning a lazy stare in Phoebe's direction. Waggling their eyebrows and flashing their demigod a warm and inviting smile, they reached for one of the peaches she'd brought and began to toss it between their hands. "You know I always have time for you, poppet." They purr with an indulgent smile. "Now, what's on your pretty little mind, mm?" Frey