in a world where you can do anything: love
the honeysuckle princess
Phoebe had just come from the shrine, placing offerings to Ludo and lighting candles for her nephews, Remi, Ronin, and Aoife. The notice about her upcoming wedding had been posted, and she figured it was high time she got to planning it, but she simply lacked the motivation for it. She didn't want it. Not really. An attempt to call a bluff had gotten horribly out of hand, and now she was stuck, if only be sheer stubbornness, marrying someone who hated her. Perhaps this was her punishment for failing to stop the mud monster in time; for being so weak that her nephews and friends had paid the price. But instead she sat, carefully weaving long reeds and grasses together with nimble fingers, occassionally tucking a small flower into the pattern for looks more than function. Pim was the first to notice someone approaching, lifting his head. Phoebe looked as well, following his line of sight, seeing Melita not far off. "Hello, Melita." she called, a forced smile on her lips, one that did not meet her eyes nor shine with the radiance for which the midwife was known. "You must be healing up well if you've gotten all the way out here."
PHOEBE
