Phoebe
Phoebe had a lot on her mind, a lot on her plate, just... a lot. But for the first time in quite awhile she felt good. Things felt manageable, she felt in control - as much as she wasn't. It meant Pim was in a good mood too, the little dragon not so little anymore, his shoulders almost hip height on her now with little silver horns having begun to sprout from the nubs on his head. The pair both wore packs, though Phoebe's was much larger so Pim could still fly. The midwife was clearly dressed in preparation for a trek, sturdy boots, pants and a tunic top, hair braided down her back.
She sought out her dear friend Remi first, hoping that by now things were...less awkward than she had left them. She knocked on the Guildhall doors before stepping in, looking for him without calling out to him in case Aoife was asleep. "Remi?" she said quietly, her steps echoing lightly through the guildhall, followed by the skitter of Pim's claws. Pim, however, had little regard for the squishy little one that resided in these halls, and roared loudly to the lion fellow whose domain this was. "Pim!" Phoebe hissed, sighing and shaking her head. So much for a quiet entrance.
She sought out her dear friend Remi first, hoping that by now things were...less awkward than she had left them. She knocked on the Guildhall doors before stepping in, looking for him without calling out to him in case Aoife was asleep. "Remi?" she said quietly, her steps echoing lightly through the guildhall, followed by the skitter of Pim's claws. Pim, however, had little regard for the squishy little one that resided in these halls, and roared loudly to the lion fellow whose domain this was. "Pim!" Phoebe hissed, sighing and shaking her head. So much for a quiet entrance.
The Honeysuckle Princess
