PHOEBE
Since starting the college, Phoebe found herself busy. Very busy. Which frankly, was exactly how she wanted to be. It meant she had little time for her mind to wander off to places it ought not; or at least places she would rather it not. When she wasn’t keeping up the building or working on collecting necessary materials for its function or recruiting new minds to join she was working on her own midwifery practice or spending time with Emmett and his siblings. Really, her life was very full, and it was a blessing.Now was no different, even as she sat near the Oasis, she was multitasking. As she sat on a blanket carefully documenting everything she knew about the medicinal properties of various plants (which she would eventually craft into a book useful for the school library) she also kept an eye on her basket. It was sitting in a nice patch of sun – catching it so to speak – and every now and then she would shift it slightly or tilt it with a rock to absorb the most amount of sunlight as it moved across the sky.
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
