lily from what i’ve tasted of desire
i hold with those who favor fire Indeed! The tree has some low limbs that look like they might be easy for the two of them to scramble up on, and maybe even a few boughs higher, if they aren’t too slippery from the snow. Hot on Pheobe’s heels, Lily waits until the younger woman has spread her treats out and then leaves her few apples in a straight line, nicely spaced apart, leading to the tree’s perimeter. There. All set. Seeing that And before she knows it, she’s humming a little tune to herself - something her mother used to sing to her father, way back when. Funny how childhood events seem to stick with you more than the thing you did yesterday. "So what's your story?" she asks, looking at Phoeve from the corner of her eye, most of her visual attention focused on looking for reindeer. To be honest, she thought the girl was too young to be a midwife, but then she knows nothing about physicians and nurses and birthing babies. Maybe it was easy to learn. |
She's humming this, except not as classically: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HEvFst_eoc