PHOEBE
"How is the Ark?" Phoebe asked curiously. She remembered it from her time living in Torchline. It had always been one of the most recognizable vessels. "It's slow going, but we are making progress. A few new bridges have been built and we have been stabilizing the shoreline around the Stone Symphony." she said. "Our biggest challenge is residents. There just aren't enough of us to tackle as much as I wish." she said with a slight sigh, then grinned sidways at the Honeybee. "You aren't looking to move are you?" she said, half joking. Melita seemed content in Torchline.What did she know? Not much. "She requires blood to call on her, and the Ancients refer to her as mother." she said with a shrug. Not much to go on. "I am hoping to learn more at this festival. My son's brother became an Ancient so I am trying to gather as much information as I can." she said. "But if the old gods aren't bothered, I suppose we shouldn't be either."
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
