Phoebe
Phoebe sighed ruefully, thanking the waiter as their drinks were delivered. Taking a sip she shook her head. "He reminds me of myself at that age, a bleeding heart, placing love on a pedestal of perfection." she said, smiling at him. "But you and I both know by now that love is one of the most complicated things Mort ever blessed us with." He had been married after all. He was experienced in the realm and certainly had his own share of heartbreaks. "But I know I can fix nothing. So I will simply provide a soft place to land as he learns to fly." with a smile.
"Just keeping the peace would be enough...and checking my mail." she added with a laugh. But his second question had her questioning. How much could she trust him with? At length - and after another sip of whiskey - she said, "I trust your discretion." Then she sighed. "The gods are stirring. A few seasons ago Frey felt that something was going to happen. Now Safrin's heralds call us all together...I can't help but to think they are one and the same." she said.
"Yes mom." she said teasingly over the rim of her glass as he bid she take care of herself.
"Just keeping the peace would be enough...and checking my mail." she added with a laugh. But his second question had her questioning. How much could she trust him with? At length - and after another sip of whiskey - she said, "I trust your discretion." Then she sighed. "The gods are stirring. A few seasons ago Frey felt that something was going to happen. Now Safrin's heralds call us all together...I can't help but to think they are one and the same." she said.
"Yes mom." she said teasingly over the rim of her glass as he bid she take care of herself.
she sprouted love like flowers
grew a garden in her mind
grew a garden in her mind
