PHOEBE
Phoebe was quiet, having clearly struck a nerve with the younger woman. She was fiery in her passion and determination. But she couldn't shake the feeling that it was misdirected. "I used to think I knew my purpose." she said softly, watching the blink hare nose a piece of lettuce. "I was to be a housewife and mother to lots of children. A simple life." she said. "But now I am a demigoddess of Frey, a single mother of one living two with Mort, and a former brothel Madame." she smiled a little and looked over at the young woman, vibrant and full of life despite her obvious illness.
The rabbit hopped back out, nibbling on some food.
"We don't know our purpose. It is shaped by the Gods and this world they have created. I recommend you seek Frey's or another's counsel before you make such a life altering decision. Frey likes fruit." she advised.
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
