PHOEBE
"How are you?" she said with a smile. It was always good to see familiar faces after the war. She hadn't been one in the safe haven - not that she had expected her to be - so a wave of relief did wash over her at seeing her friend again. Branbast lay curled around her shoulders like a stole. Slowly he opened his eyes and yawned. That was all the Honeybee would get as a greeting from him. The prat."I'm hoping for a ruby too." she said with a smile. "Why don't we look together? Branbast might have some insight. Right buddy?" she said, looking at the cat on her shoulders. Branbast sighed and lifted his head, ears twitching, as though he might hear the shiny rocks they looked for. "Due north." he said at length before settling his head down. "As good a lead as any I'd say."
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?
