Elias
Phoebe had given him something to think about, to learn about. The topic was: her. How others saw her, and she had given him a small list of names that might prove helpful. Frey, Remi, and last but not least, her ex-husband, Sunjata.
So, carrying a small covered basket in one hand, filled to the brim with peaches, he enters the shrine. He'd thought about how to approach the god, her friend, he supposed friend was the right term, and so hopeful that the god would answer, he said: "Frey, I was wondering, could you help me with something for Phoebe? She's... scared to give me a chance with her, and I don't know the full story yet, but I'd really like to. I'd like something to help her learn to trust me."
He was struggling to put his thoughts into words; he wanted some sort of item, that might help Phoebe believe him, trust him, though he did not know of any such thing that existed.
So, carrying a small covered basket in one hand, filled to the brim with peaches, he enters the shrine. He'd thought about how to approach the god, her friend, he supposed friend was the right term, and so hopeful that the god would answer, he said: "Frey, I was wondering, could you help me with something for Phoebe? She's... scared to give me a chance with her, and I don't know the full story yet, but I'd really like to. I'd like something to help her learn to trust me."
He was struggling to put his thoughts into words; he wanted some sort of item, that might help Phoebe believe him, trust him, though he did not know of any such thing that existed.
Nothing around here is quite as it seems,
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
