"My name is Freya Dawn, and I'm a Pheonix. Which is why it's not all that surprising you don't know what I am. We're kinda rare." Freya introduced herself with a chipper smile and a little jump, which made here boobs jiggle slightly from the sudden movement.
I quickly pried my gaze away from them and introduced myself in return, "My name is Traytora Arizaraa, and as you might be able to guess, I'm a Naga."
"Traytora, Traytora… Where've I heard that name?" Freya looked up as she stroked her chin, doing her best to likely figure out my true identity.
That being the inheritor of Astraa's Bloodline and the inheritance she left behind.
And it was kind of funny to watch her do so too, as she was roughly as tall as my stomach, which meant she was craning her neck up almost entirely just so she could look over me.
She lowered her head to look at me, then tilted her body to the side to see the painting behind me. That was when her eyes widened as she finally put the puzzle together.
