“ Oh ? How quaint . ”
“ hmm .. Doth thou wish to have a name ?”
倒れた神龍
“ oh ? Perhaps a person you fancy ?”
Now she's curious, often more invested in the love stories of others than seeking it herself.
The end is friendly ?
She might have sensed it , but the head pants were kinda , somehow ..
"Ah thank you "
Just don't startle her, there is a chance of getting severely injured .
That is straight forward
“ thank you lady Fritz . Was my carry of satisfaction ?”
What strange phrasing, but it meant well.
Even if blue was a cold colour, her eyes held nothing but mirth and warmth, much like that of the spring skies.
” you may call me Frey. ”
“ And what may I call you ?”
That's fine. Hopefully it's not put off by the opposite, that is a sense of life and light that overflows from her.
The silence is met with silence, though if one could hear smiles, she would be very audible.
“ Apologies lady Fritz, it was a challenge provided to me.”
She puts her down, upright , very easy.
Fjolnir 'Frey'
Pat pat pat
“ Alas, it seems you have none other than I . ”
“ do you not have other friends to celebrate with ?"
