Phoebe
Oh and the orchids were so beautiful. And erotic. She thought for a moment that Frey would appreciate a potted bouquet of them. Subtle, beautiful, and suited to their taste. She looked at her hands. Sadly she had no such pot or trowel to pot them in.
Her hand wandered to her abdomen again and the panic refreshed. Her baby!
Glancing up she saw the break in the treeline. Or did she? The demigoddess squinted and indeed it seemed there was a way out of the garden. So ever so reluctantly she left the beautiful Frey inspired orchids and headed towards the exit.
Her hand wandered to her abdomen again and the panic refreshed. Her baby!
Glancing up she saw the break in the treeline. Or did she? The demigoddess squinted and indeed it seemed there was a way out of the garden. So ever so reluctantly she left the beautiful Frey inspired orchids and headed towards the exit.
don't distract her
she's evolving
she's evolving
