Frey
"For you, sweet thing? You can have all the moments you like." Frey appears, regardless of the aspect or the season, clothed in little more than bronzed skin and a smattering of snow moss. Sprawled across the rainbow road as if to wick away as much warmth from the stones as possible, they raise their eyebrows at the necklace.
"How adorable," they chime, rolling over to reach for the offering, fastening it around their neck. Instantly the nuts begin to sprout, of course, but this is no terrible thing. "Speak then, honeydew. What burning question tickles your tongue?"
"How adorable," they chime, rolling over to reach for the offering, fastening it around their neck. Instantly the nuts begin to sprout, of course, but this is no terrible thing. "Speak then, honeydew. What burning question tickles your tongue?"
