PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
Phoebe was going to sit quietly. She was going to say nothing. In fact, as Loren stood and spoke for ages, the midwife quietly stood and cast her vote. She did not need to stop and think about who she thought best to lead. She did not need to make a case for herself either, knowing she was neither anyone’s favorite nor most qualified to lead a land she had not been born to. But as Loren went on and vouched for himself in such a fashion, she could not help but speak up.
Quietly she turned from the voting box, staring Loren down from where she stood. ”So then the Launceleyn’s rule over Halo and the Hallowed Grounds? Claim to hate them as you will, they are still your family, and I do not think it wise for one family to have such authority over so much of the world.” she said with a measured firmness. ”I am sure I speak for many when I say your willingness to help this place is welcomed, but to lead it foolhardy, even if that is due to no fault of your own.” His name carried baggage, implications, stereotypes. That was Zariah’s fault, but he would still have to live with those consequences.
Honeyed eyes looked to Oliver as he spoke, understanding his concerns but disagreeing in part. "That is what monarchs do. They decide and act without necessarily asking the people. The hope is that the monarch someone everyone trusts. Whether it is a monarch we choose or a representative council, that is the most important thing - someone who has been steadfast enough in their support of the Hollowed Ground for us all to believe they've our best interest at heart."
”That said, if we are to give our two cents, I will not say more on Wessex. She said enough for all. And while it is admirable to wish to connect the world, it should perhaps be considered that we have a leader who is focused on making this place peaceful and stable for those who choose to call it home, rather than go off exploring the world. It doesn’t matter how great the rest of the world is if we are constantly fighting each other.” she said, her voice caring an air of softness even as she spoke at a loud volume.
”Let us seek a leader with few connections to those who have led before, and who wishes to invest in this place first, and recognizes the value of the Naturals who came before us outspoken Outlanders.” By then she had reached her seat and she sat with her nephews who looked up at her with wide, pride-filled eyes. ”You did so good Auntie!” Jax said excitedly, squeezing her hand.
Quietly she turned from the voting box, staring Loren down from where she stood. ”So then the Launceleyn’s rule over Halo and the Hallowed Grounds? Claim to hate them as you will, they are still your family, and I do not think it wise for one family to have such authority over so much of the world.” she said with a measured firmness. ”I am sure I speak for many when I say your willingness to help this place is welcomed, but to lead it foolhardy, even if that is due to no fault of your own.” His name carried baggage, implications, stereotypes. That was Zariah’s fault, but he would still have to live with those consequences.
Honeyed eyes looked to Oliver as he spoke, understanding his concerns but disagreeing in part. "That is what monarchs do. They decide and act without necessarily asking the people. The hope is that the monarch someone everyone trusts. Whether it is a monarch we choose or a representative council, that is the most important thing - someone who has been steadfast enough in their support of the Hollowed Ground for us all to believe they've our best interest at heart."
”That said, if we are to give our two cents, I will not say more on Wessex. She said enough for all. And while it is admirable to wish to connect the world, it should perhaps be considered that we have a leader who is focused on making this place peaceful and stable for those who choose to call it home, rather than go off exploring the world. It doesn’t matter how great the rest of the world is if we are constantly fighting each other.” she said, her voice caring an air of softness even as she spoke at a loud volume.
”Let us seek a leader with few connections to those who have led before, and who wishes to invest in this place first, and recognizes the value of the Naturals who came before us outspoken Outlanders.” By then she had reached her seat and she sat with her nephews who looked up at her with wide, pride-filled eyes. ”You did so good Auntie!” Jax said excitedly, squeezing her hand.
