Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
And as her melody she sang
"I think that's probably quite enough beauty rest, honeybee."
The words danced on butterfly wings, floating into the Nightingale's notice, as beautiful dreams filled her unconscious mind. Honeybee...honeybee. Eons or seconds had passed - she did not know - but that name held some meaning. It pricked the illusion she was enveloped in, and ever so slowly did Phoebe awaken.
For an indiscernible amount of time, honey brown eyes stared into the endless dark. The god-created fog that had placed her in her trance began to lift. First she wiggled her toes, then her fingers. She found her knees bent up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. Where was she? Wherever it was she was loathe to leave it. It was so warm and comfortable...but honeybee...who had called her that?
A nudge at her side startled her and she curled in on herself more. Soon though she could feel their presence in her mind, pulling her further from her land of dreams. A dragon and werecat...Pim and Branbast...her companions, those creatures who shared a piece of her heart and soul. Where were they though? It was so dark... The midwife stretched finally and the world around her crackled. For some reason she didn't find that alarming. Why? Who knew.
Her hand pressed through a spot her companions had thinned with their claws and talons, and slowly but surely she grappled her way out, still looking for the source of the voice. Deep in her soul Phoebe knew she knew who it was, but the fogginess following her long slumber kept the details at bay.
Then, at long last, she stepped free of the chrysalis, born anew. Her hair easily reached her waist, skin glistening and clear...and very much void of manmade cloth. Phoebe looked around, still confused and lost, before the name finally broke through the sleepy haze.
"Frey...?"
The words danced on butterfly wings, floating into the Nightingale's notice, as beautiful dreams filled her unconscious mind. Honeybee...honeybee. Eons or seconds had passed - she did not know - but that name held some meaning. It pricked the illusion she was enveloped in, and ever so slowly did Phoebe awaken.
For an indiscernible amount of time, honey brown eyes stared into the endless dark. The god-created fog that had placed her in her trance began to lift. First she wiggled her toes, then her fingers. She found her knees bent up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. Where was she? Wherever it was she was loathe to leave it. It was so warm and comfortable...but honeybee...who had called her that?
A nudge at her side startled her and she curled in on herself more. Soon though she could feel their presence in her mind, pulling her further from her land of dreams. A dragon and werecat...Pim and Branbast...her companions, those creatures who shared a piece of her heart and soul. Where were they though? It was so dark... The midwife stretched finally and the world around her crackled. For some reason she didn't find that alarming. Why? Who knew.
Her hand pressed through a spot her companions had thinned with their claws and talons, and slowly but surely she grappled her way out, still looking for the source of the voice. Deep in her soul Phoebe knew she knew who it was, but the fogginess following her long slumber kept the details at bay.
Then, at long last, she stepped free of the chrysalis, born anew. Her hair easily reached her waist, skin glistening and clear...and very much void of manmade cloth. Phoebe looked around, still confused and lost, before the name finally broke through the sleepy haze.
"Frey...?"
The apple into blossom burst
To life the grass and violets sprang
To life the grass and violets sprang
