PHOEBE
The only thing that would make Phoebe miss Fiat Lux was if a woman was in labor, and that was certainly not the case this year. So she arrived early with the boys in tow, scrubbed clean and hair combed to compliment their festive attire. Atop their blonde heads sat the same honeysuckle flower crowns she had made the year before, and just as before she brought enough to go around. The midwife herself was dressed to suit the event, a pastel pink flowy dress with embroidered flowers fitting right in with the feel of the festival.
Even Pim joined in, a flowery crown hanging from his silvery horns.
Phoebe refused herself anything but happy emotions for this festival. This was for her friend Frey, and the god Rae – she would not tarnish it with anything but joy, even if she felt a twinge of melancholy thinking about who was and was not present this year. ”Auntie, can we go get strawberry puffs?” Jax said excitedly, pointing at the stand with the sweet fried pastries. ”Of course! Here, now make sure to give them crowns too, okay?” she said, sending the boys off with the crowns and what they would need to acquire the sugary treats.
Even Pim joined in, a flowery crown hanging from his silvery horns.
Phoebe refused herself anything but happy emotions for this festival. This was for her friend Frey, and the god Rae – she would not tarnish it with anything but joy, even if she felt a twinge of melancholy thinking about who was and was not present this year. ”Auntie, can we go get strawberry puffs?” Jax said excitedly, pointing at the stand with the sweet fried pastries. ”Of course! Here, now make sure to give them crowns too, okay?” she said, sending the boys off with the crowns and what they would need to acquire the sugary treats.
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
