hallucinogenics

PHOEBE

Clearly plans had gotten changed. Normally she would have pried and asked more. But today she simply nodded, remaining silent in the wake of his ambiguity. Things that would have piqued her curiosity now seemed unnecessary. ”Ah, yes. I can get you some, and some burn creams as well.” she said softly, turning to walk with him towards one of the piles of supplies against the walls.

Of course he asked what was wrong with her though, and she paused, before turning to look back at him.

”Roana has died.” she said quietly, watching his face, wondering if he would remember who she was, and what the implications of her death would mean. What it meant that the boys were sleeping in a fitful pile against the overprotective dragon and that she looked as if the weight of worlds was crushing down upon her.

Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?