PHOEBE
"Good!" Phoebe said with a smile. "What have you been up to?" she asked as a follow up question. Frankly she didn't know what the girl did for income or fun, just that she was the adventerous sort. "Oh, I've been fine despite the 16 year old trying to eat me out of house and home." she said with a laugh. "I've also been trying to bring some order back to the Greatwood." It was a big job. The Greatwood had been hit hard by the war after all.She followed Sila and Pim as they flew on ahead. Branbast stayed firmly on Phoebe's shoulders, content for another little nap. "So what do you think of all this? The Ancients, a festival for Dygra and all?" she asked, curious what the other woman thought. There had been strong racial divides with the Ascended but it seemed that the Ancients were more...innocuous? Danta certainly hadn't left her worried about them.
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?
