Gaia
There was a slow grin that spread over the woman’s lips at the appearance of the deity, and immediately she knew she liked them. Why? That was yet to be determined, but she knew that something about them brought her some kind of pleasure.
“Gaia,” she told them. Her assumption was that they would be able to see into her mind, to see who she was and what she had done in the past. The birth giver of her world… Former goddess of the earth.
She started to approach with easy and delicate steps, a natural sway to her voluptuous hips, at their question about the apple. What did Gaia see when she saw the deity lounging in front of her? Just because she was no longer a goddess didn’t mean she just lost those tastes… She saw nothing less than what Frey was, an ever-changing beauty of soul and body with an incredible sexual allure.
Gaia knelt in front of the ethereal being, her eyes moving over the bright red fruit before lifting to Frey. “Split it?” She asked with a grin, clearly not serious but unable to help the small jest. Her arm extended towards them, offering the fruit forward. She could easily replace it on her way home. It was strange to think this really was home now...
the entire universe is inside you
