PHOEBE
Pim was indeed snoozing in the infirmary as he did often as of late. Phoebe had been spending meticulous hours there, removing all the useful items to store and hideaway – she was hording things she liked and he very much approved of that. But someone came in to the clinic, dim in the afternoon light, and the pink dragon lifted his head slowly, double eye lids blinking at the man who dared enter. Pim blinked a few more times, only certain ones standing out as things he understood. His head tilted slightly and he trilled, standing up and stretching slowly, wings flaring out for a good stretch too.Then the dragonling approached, head high and confident, sniffing at the man. Such a sickly male. Pitiful. These humans really were a mess. But clearly that made him no threat. A weak male was basically useless. So the dragon roared, not loudly, just a short guttural call.
From the back, called by the dragon, came Phoebe. Dressed in layers as she had been the day of the gathering. But the midwife lacked her usual vibrancy. Her face was expressionless, though airing on the side of melancholy, looking tired and if he neared smelling of earth. ”Is there something I can help you with?” she said softly.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
