PHOEBE
As Wessex pushed Phoebe again and glared at her, the midwife sniffed, not at all impressed by the the other woman. She might be a queen, but she didn’t know how to rule through anything but force. At least when Zariah had done that, she’d been honest about it. She even called herself merciless. The Ascended Queen, on the other hand, liked to pretend she was a protector, but in this situation, as she always did when push came to shove, she was showing her true colors.
However, when Wessex unsheathed her claws, Phoebe’s eyes widened and she gasped. She hadn’t thought the Ascended Queen would simply murder her in cold blood. The healer stumbled backwards, while Pim gave a fierce battle cry and ran forward to interpose himself between the queen and the midwife. At that exact moment, Phoebe’s eyes found the monster's shadow on the wall. She gasped again, continuing to back up. Desperately, she called out for her friend under her breath. ”Frey, help me!” She needed them now more than ever.
The dragonling, now aware of the real threat, spun to face it. Wessex couldn’t be trusted to keep his Phoebe safe, obviously, and while Frey might show up, Pim knew he couldn’t rely on the god either. Frey would want them to help themselves in this situation. So the dragonling ran forward towards the shadowy form, ready to blast anything that came their way with his lightning.
At Wessex’s instructions, the midwife glanced over at the pile of ash. While she could see the glint of something in there, she didn’t know what it was, and she was afraid if she moved the monster might notice her. Not knowing what the right thing to do was, and not trusting Wessex to know either, Phoebe just kept backing up. All the while, she prayed that Frey would show up. If not, she hoped that Pim and Wessex would be able to scare off or fight whatever was coming for them all.
However, when Wessex unsheathed her claws, Phoebe’s eyes widened and she gasped. She hadn’t thought the Ascended Queen would simply murder her in cold blood. The healer stumbled backwards, while Pim gave a fierce battle cry and ran forward to interpose himself between the queen and the midwife. At that exact moment, Phoebe’s eyes found the monster's shadow on the wall. She gasped again, continuing to back up. Desperately, she called out for her friend under her breath. ”Frey, help me!” She needed them now more than ever.
The dragonling, now aware of the real threat, spun to face it. Wessex couldn’t be trusted to keep his Phoebe safe, obviously, and while Frey might show up, Pim knew he couldn’t rely on the god either. Frey would want them to help themselves in this situation. So the dragonling ran forward towards the shadowy form, ready to blast anything that came their way with his lightning.
At Wessex’s instructions, the midwife glanced over at the pile of ash. While she could see the glint of something in there, she didn’t know what it was, and she was afraid if she moved the monster might notice her. Not knowing what the right thing to do was, and not trusting Wessex to know either, Phoebe just kept backing up. All the while, she prayed that Frey would show up. If not, she hoped that Pim and Wessex would be able to scare off or fight whatever was coming for them all.
