in a world where you can do anything: love
the honeysuckle princess
GOD QUEST TURN IN...TAKE 2Phoebe had left the clinic at an awkward hour. Was it night? Was it morning? She didn't know. All she knew was it was dark, and cold, and yet she cared not. She had tended to Lusea's wounds and left the clinic to give Sunjata and her time to reconnect, to make sense of whatever odd distortion of time had reunited them again. Pim walked alongside her, his concern for her flowing through their connection but going unsoothed. Pim recognized the rift between Phoebe and her chosen male of late, and he recognized it had something to do with the other female (though why a male would choose any female other than his Frey-blessed Phoebe was beyond the dragonling's basic comprehension of how one ought choose a mate). But she was not drowning this time. Pim expected her to drown, as Frey had once said, human's were messy, but Phoebe was not drowning. She was...nothing. Disconnected? Content almost but unhappily so. It exhausted the dragonling who wanted nothing more than a nap and a nice pheasant to munch on.
But Pim was right. She was unhappily content. Jata would choose to be with Lusea again - no doubt, Phoebe knew he loved her more, which was no one's fault. She would be happy he was happy, even if it broke a small piece of her to be alone again. She would be happy, even if she was not. Besides, she was dying anyways. Why waste that time being heartbroken.
Without really realizing it, Phoebe first found herself at the college, and went over her notes once more. The blight acted so much like unstable ascended fluid that she could not help but think the two inextricably linked. And what if it was some sort of offshoot of Spire demon poison like Roana thought? It was worth bringing to Frey. Perhaps they knew how the Spire Demon had come to be, and perhaps that was the missing link that created the blight.
And so she walked. Not to the nearest shrine. Not even to the next, but all the way into the Greatwood, quietly asking the trees to let her pass to the deity's shrine. As she stood before the shrine, placing down a few fruits, and Pim another shed scale, her eyes glazed over, mind blank, as rage suddenly filled her for no reason. Frey was her friend and yet they still expected presents. What sort of friend demanded fealty from their friends? Were they really or just placating her? And as that rage filtered down to Pim they roared at her with discontent, snapping her out of the blight induced anger.
Phoebe shuddered and sighed, wondering briefly how long she had before she lost herself fully to this disease.
"Frey, I studied the blight more, and think I've made some kind of correlation between it and something else. If...If you could please spare me some time so we could discuss this, I would appreciate it." she said quietly, hoping they would appear.
PHOEBE
