Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
So simple, yet so complex. Tiny things, even smaller than what she saw now, making up all that was and would be in the world. It was fascinating, amazing, unreal but so logical. It made life all the more miraculous, that some balance was found and from it the creation of everything. But it was a big concept for her, a total shift in her world view. It would take her some time to fully grasp it, understand it, and be able to convey what she knew. Phoebe was certain she would never look at anything quite the same again.
But her hair was being petted and she was easy to distract. Once again her focus was on Frey. That they did not hate was somehow more difficult for her to understand than the world being made of tiny little clusters of circles. That they could lie but simply did not seemed characteristic of the god on the other hand. And love a gift, not a mercy…but could they not be one in the same? Wasn’t mercy itself a gift? Or did Mort give them love willingly, without the notion that there was anything in life for them to be merciful about? Her mind was stretching and reshaping, trying to absorb all that it simply could not. It was exhausting, an added layer on top of what she already felt.
So when Frey enveloped her once more, bidding her hush, she did so without hesitation. She was soothed and healed and at ease in a world that was the epitome of harmony perfected. The young midwife said no more, eyes closing further with each blink, not wanting to miss a second of the luxury that was peace. But she was human, and her mind, body, and soul at the limits of its stamina. Soon enough she was lulled to sleep in the Frey’s arms.
