PHOEBE
Branbast's tail flicked, the only movement in his otherwise very still form - for two Toms could play that game. "Travelling far astray, little Cragling." Branbast said, quiet words of acknowledgment. Phoebe didn't move, feeling the support of her companions despite being suddenly thrust into a game of chess she had not prepared for. "Not many ships where I am from either." she said, storing away the information about him. Few ships...cragling...but the only mountains she knew of were the Fangs and no one could live there.
"Must I?" Phoebe said, unconvinced. Briefly she wished Frey was there, but knew better than to call upon them for something so trivial - so human - as feeling uncomfortable with whatever motive this man had come with. He was certainly no merchant, and briefly she wondered what he was after that her connection to Frey would benefit. "Frey does not like their time wasted, nor do I, Mr. ó Broin. Certainly you did not come simply to flatter me."
"Must I?" Phoebe said, unconvinced. Briefly she wished Frey was there, but knew better than to call upon them for something so trivial - so human - as feeling uncomfortable with whatever motive this man had come with. He was certainly no merchant, and briefly she wondered what he was after that her connection to Frey would benefit. "Frey does not like their time wasted, nor do I, Mr. ó Broin. Certainly you did not come simply to flatter me."
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
