PHOEBE
Phoebe remained still and quiet, even as the younger woman whispered for her to do so. Unaware of how much her compatriot was struggling, Phoebe looked the picture of calm, near statuesque in the way she held her form.Slowly but surely the rabbit inched its way closer to the women, nibbling on treats along the way.
She glanced over at the younger woman, brows knitting in concern. She was so small and frail looking. Phoebe couldn't imagine her holding up well in the war. "I'm taking him to the sanctuary Frey made." she whispered. Then, despite perhaps being out of line, she added, "I suggest you join us there." She couldn't help but implore the girl to do so. It would seem a waste of life for someone so young to put their life on the line when there were so many more very capable fighters joining the fray.
The rabbit moved closer still, almost within reaching distance now.
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
