PHOEBE
Phoebe hadn't found a good way to tell Remi and Ronin about her wedding present. It was a miraculous offering, something that truly only the blessing of a god like Frey could give. But the means were...embarrassing in a way. Uncomfortable at least. And Phoebe - while certainly no longer suffering the insecurities that came with lack of experience - was simply modest and demure. She didn't feel comfortable discussing herself in these sorts of situations. And something so...kinky? Yeah. May as well consider her tongue tied and permanently red in the face.So she decided the best thing she could do was have a tipsy picnic with Remi, and use that to push through her insecurities to describe it.
The young midwife had sent him an invitation to join her in the Glade for a midafternoon picnic with the expressed wish that he bring whatever alcohol he wished. She had set up a big blanket and some pillows and brought a basket with some yummy munchies in it. Pim was curled up in the sun to nap a bit a-ways...and while she waited, Phoebe had a glass (make it two) of whiskey. "Remi!" she called out brightly when she saw him coming, waving excitedly.
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
