Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
"I tried to eat Remi, I actually took a bite out of his shoulder!" she said, her voice breaking with a sob, covering her face with her hands. Pim whined, pacing as the weight of her dismay washed over him. Drowning, always drowning, these humans in their emotions. But for a moment the midwife couldn't speak. She could only cry, her hands turning black from the tears she shed. She was a monster. Only Frey could forgive her and love her still, and only because he was a god that held close to the reality of one's nature.
But the Launceleyn asked her to prove she was getting better, that the flowers were doing their job. She looked up from her hands, face greyed from the tears spread across her cheeks. "How am I supposed to prove that?" she said, her breath coming in short gasps. "Look at you, backing away like a rabid animal already. Am I really that scary?"
