frey
Abasi's features morphed pleasantly along the visage of the deity, though where the undertaker often made the Launceleyn feel unsure of himself, in Frey's presence all was easy, and wanted.
"Had? Or have?" Frey asked with a touch of mirth as their strong fingers crushed the apple apart into smaller slices that they began decadently dipping into the honey.
"Had? Or have?" Frey asked with a touch of mirth as their strong fingers crushed the apple apart into smaller slices that they began decadently dipping into the honey.
