Indeed, Phoebe’s run in with Frey had been more scarring than the other two. Certain morals she had been taught as a child, compounded with what was taught at finishing school, doubled down to make her subconscious powerfully averse to the events that transpired. Only when Frey took away her will had the fear stopped. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have memories. It didn’t mean she couldn’t look back on it and feel the urge to vomit over what almost was. Things could have been forcibly taken that she could never have regained, things she hoped to one day give someone who loved her.
If the gods here were this powerful, and if the other people here were so easily corrupted and willing to act in such a violent and heinous manner, how safe was she really?
The movement of the hawk caught her attention and she glanced up at it. What a pretty hawk, she thought. No one else was around…just this bird. How…odd. Then again, there were gods in this world, why not bird of free will and intelligent thought? “Did you bring me these, Mr. Hawk?” she asked quietly, the barest hint of a smile on her lips.
Remi
If the gods here were this powerful, and if the other people here were so easily corrupted and willing to act in such a violent and heinous manner, how safe was she really?
The movement of the hawk caught her attention and she glanced up at it. What a pretty hawk, she thought. No one else was around…just this bird. How…odd. Then again, there were gods in this world, why not bird of free will and intelligent thought? “Did you bring me these, Mr. Hawk?” she asked quietly, the barest hint of a smile on her lips.
Remi
