PHOEBE
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Immediately following {Mini Event} Always another storm
Remi needn’t worry about the little dragon. Remi was a friend, Remi was safe, and so Pim backed off when he stepped in, circling closer to Phoebe’s ankles as the larger lion-man stepped in the middle. But Phoebe didn’t stay long. She walked quickly – more of a march – out of the meeting room and straight to the infirmary. She was furious, anger wafting off her in waves that made Pim growl instinctively. How dare that Ascended wench act as though she had the interest of the people in mind?! It was their fault people were dying. It was their fault the Greatwood was dying. To act as though they cared if LongNight monster’s killed people was rich.
Phoebe opened the infirmary door with a slam, the cabinets on the nearest wall shaking from the reverberation. Pim startled at the noise, trilling at her with some irritation. But she either didn’t hear or didn’t care, pressing forward to go to the back, grabbing a travel case she could fill with supplies. So Wessex was going to collect supplies? Ha! Good luck with that if she emptied the infirmary and then her college. She would have to seek out personal stores or hope the Fae might take pity on her, otherwise she would be out of luck getting them from the midwife. The first cabinet she approached held various rolls of bandages and she began to empty it, stuffing them into her travel box.
Remi needn’t worry about the little dragon. Remi was a friend, Remi was safe, and so Pim backed off when he stepped in, circling closer to Phoebe’s ankles as the larger lion-man stepped in the middle. But Phoebe didn’t stay long. She walked quickly – more of a march – out of the meeting room and straight to the infirmary. She was furious, anger wafting off her in waves that made Pim growl instinctively. How dare that Ascended wench act as though she had the interest of the people in mind?! It was their fault people were dying. It was their fault the Greatwood was dying. To act as though they cared if LongNight monster’s killed people was rich.
Phoebe opened the infirmary door with a slam, the cabinets on the nearest wall shaking from the reverberation. Pim startled at the noise, trilling at her with some irritation. But she either didn’t hear or didn’t care, pressing forward to go to the back, grabbing a travel case she could fill with supplies. So Wessex was going to collect supplies? Ha! Good luck with that if she emptied the infirmary and then her college. She would have to seek out personal stores or hope the Fae might take pity on her, otherwise she would be out of luck getting them from the midwife. The first cabinet she approached held various rolls of bandages and she began to empty it, stuffing them into her travel box.
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