Frey
”Oh, we certainly will,” Frey agrees, taking another bite of the apple and paddling their feet in the water. Astra hops up and they scritch behind her fluffy ears, offering the rest of the apple out for her to enjoy. Loren’s tears do little to move them; this is a necessary lesson, they believe, that perhaps the Launceleyn is overdue learning.
”Tell ya what, peach,” they coo, tilting their head across at him. ”You come here with someone in mind, and if both of you want to get naughty and pop out a baby at the end of it? I’ll give you that fertility charm. Easy as pie.” They wink. ”We got a deal?”
”Tell ya what, peach,” they coo, tilting their head across at him. ”You come here with someone in mind, and if both of you want to get naughty and pop out a baby at the end of it? I’ll give you that fertility charm. Easy as pie.” They wink. ”We got a deal?”
