PHOEBE
One moment, she stood in the presence of Frey. The next she was alone, save for Pim and Branbast, bare feet upon cool sand in a...cave? She blinked and looked around, confused for a moment, before recognizing the place. Rae's Fingers. Well...at least she thought so anyways. The Nightingale had never been within the cave system before...but it looked exactly as described by locals. Hopefully she could find her way out, though why Frey would take so much time to see her evolved to just cast her away to her death she could not say.
That was when Branbast sat in front of her. "This way!" he said in his growly manner, before turning and trotting down the cavernous path. Ah, that's right. She had the luxury of a local, prophetic guide.
And so she followed, slowly are first as she reacquainted her body with the movement. But once she was certain she was unlikely to trip, her mind began to wander. Demigod. It still seemed unfathomable to her. Her honeyed gaze dropped to her hands, staring in hopes that she might see just what had been done to change her...yet all she could see was fresh baby skin, plump and pale from her time in the chrysalis. Phoebe dropped her hands with a sigh, mind continuing to weigh all the potential situations before her. Cian and his followers would be quick to her door, of that she was certain. And yet Frey wished her to remain impartial, out of the way, tending to those who needed it. Somehow, she didn't think that would be a satisfactory answer for those of Stormbreak...
That was when Branbast sat in front of her. "This way!" he said in his growly manner, before turning and trotting down the cavernous path. Ah, that's right. She had the luxury of a local, prophetic guide.
And so she followed, slowly are first as she reacquainted her body with the movement. But once she was certain she was unlikely to trip, her mind began to wander. Demigod. It still seemed unfathomable to her. Her honeyed gaze dropped to her hands, staring in hopes that she might see just what had been done to change her...yet all she could see was fresh baby skin, plump and pale from her time in the chrysalis. Phoebe dropped her hands with a sigh, mind continuing to weigh all the potential situations before her. Cian and his followers would be quick to her door, of that she was certain. And yet Frey wished her to remain impartial, out of the way, tending to those who needed it. Somehow, she didn't think that would be a satisfactory answer for those of Stormbreak...
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
