PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
Phoebe frankly wasn’t certain where she could find Lusea. She hadn’t seen the woman since the day she had tried to help her upon her arrival in Caido. But she knew the woman had worked at a bar in her homeland, so that was where Phoebe stalked. Or rather sat. Phoebe wasn’t exactly intimidating enough to stalk. She took up a spot at the bar proper, a double whiskey neat in her trembling fingers, and she waited, obvious, unassuming, hoping her hunch that the former barmaid might visit the Rathskellar would prove fruitful.
Perhaps it was odd to feel compelled to speak to the woman Jata was properly with after sleeping with him, but she couldn’t shake the need to speak with her. ”I don’t care what she thinks.” Jata’s words rung clear in her mind. It didn’t sit right with her. It didn’t fit the narrative he had told all along, and everything in their recent actions made her question his honesty; with her, and with Lusea.
But now, all there was to do was wait.
Perhaps it was odd to feel compelled to speak to the woman Jata was properly with after sleeping with him, but she couldn’t shake the need to speak with her. ”I don’t care what she thinks.” Jata’s words rung clear in her mind. It didn’t sit right with her. It didn’t fit the narrative he had told all along, and everything in their recent actions made her question his honesty; with her, and with Lusea.
But now, all there was to do was wait.
