Phoebe
He had only come because Lusea had died in the Tundra, she knew that, but at least he had come.
Phoebe was walking through the little town of Snowcloak, thoroughly bundled up, looking for any sign of plant life she might be able to get a seed from. She needed it for her quest from Frey, and she hadn't wanted to go alone. Her last visit to the Citadel hadn't gone well, and she wasn't well equipped to defend herself if she needed it. Jata's gruff demeanor was actually helpful here, even if he hated the cold every second of the way.
So she was silent as she walked next to him. Someone have mentioned some rough shrubs on the edges of the town that she might be able to get some seeds off of, and so that was where they were headed now.
Phoebe was walking through the little town of Snowcloak, thoroughly bundled up, looking for any sign of plant life she might be able to get a seed from. She needed it for her quest from Frey, and she hadn't wanted to go alone. Her last visit to the Citadel hadn't gone well, and she wasn't well equipped to defend herself if she needed it. Jata's gruff demeanor was actually helpful here, even if he hated the cold every second of the way.
So she was silent as she walked next to him. Someone have mentioned some rough shrubs on the edges of the town that she might be able to get some seeds off of, and so that was where they were headed now.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
