Phoebe
Phoebe, usually bright and sunny, began to frown as Amalia interjected. Frustration bloomed into irritation as honeyed eyes found a speck on the floor to glare at. She had come to this meeting excited! Motivated to collaborate in the name of doing the work of the gods, to preserve what they had in the face of destruction. But it seemed her hopes had been far too high. It seemed Ronin had been incorrect in regards to his sentiments: she was indeed insignificant compared to her peers, not just in power but in recognition.
"Well, that all sounds terribly complicated. I wish you the very best of luck with it." Phoebe said in a light, peppy tone as she stood and gathered her bag. "But since my input has been entirely negligible, I am only to assume my presence is as well. And while I would just love to sit here and listen to you all argue, I've other things to do and people to fuck in the name of Frey." she said primly, smiling at each individual gathered.
Then the demigoddess turned her heel and walked out.
{EXIT Phoebe}
"Well, that all sounds terribly complicated. I wish you the very best of luck with it." Phoebe said in a light, peppy tone as she stood and gathered her bag. "But since my input has been entirely negligible, I am only to assume my presence is as well. And while I would just love to sit here and listen to you all argue, I've other things to do and people to fuck in the name of Frey." she said primly, smiling at each individual gathered.
Then the demigoddess turned her heel and walked out.
{EXIT Phoebe}
don't distract her
she's evolving
she's evolving
