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?
A comfortable silence fell over them as Loren acknowledged her words. Well…comfortable for Phoebe anyways, she couldn’t speak for Loren on that. It was what it was. War was uncomfortable to discuss but a reality that all from Northwind had grown up with – some hit more than others though. Oblivious to any possible tension in the room though was Pim, who went plodding about the room as if he owned the place (because he did). He sniffed at Frey’s shrine by the fireplace, roaring a small greeting at it, sniffed about Phoebe’s feet looking for any dropped goodies, then plopped himself down on an overstuffed chair, curled up in a very feline fashion. The pink dragonling lifted his head, staring at Loren with one, round, silvery pink eye before trilling at the Launceleyn.
Fortunately it wasn’t long before the food was thoroughly warmed, and Phoebe brought the large serving out for him, as well as a glass of cider. ”I made a blueberry cobbler too if you’re still hungry after that.” she said with a small smile, setting the plate of food down wherever it was Loren decided to sit.
