and still she bloomed
Phoebe was...well. Lost. Very.
Trying to find things for Frey was proving a bit more difficult for the young demigoddess than she had thought, if in part because maps were so hard to come by, especially for the wilds. But she needed to get ingredients if she was ever to satisfy her patron's specifications for the baby garden.
That was how she stumbled upon a creature covered Mildew in the Barrows - desperately trying to find her way to the Mourn and failing miserably. Thankfully sturdy boots on her feet and good traveling clothes kept her from being too uncomfortable on her never ending trek. Not to mention the contentedly sleeping, bow-tied seer cat curled around her neck and pink dragon at her heel. It was the dragon though that would cause the greatest disturbance, roaring loud and proud at the other demigoddess in obnoxious greeting. Or warning. Take your pick.
Phoebe winced, not sure she would have approached the clearly content woman in such a manner - or at all given their lack luster introduction a season prior. "Sorry, Mildew. Pim is...not discrete." she said softly, hoping some of her friends had decided to stay despite the dragonling's cries. "I um...you wouldn't happen to know the way to the Mourn would you?" she asked.
Trying to find things for Frey was proving a bit more difficult for the young demigoddess than she had thought, if in part because maps were so hard to come by, especially for the wilds. But she needed to get ingredients if she was ever to satisfy her patron's specifications for the baby garden.
That was how she stumbled upon a creature covered Mildew in the Barrows - desperately trying to find her way to the Mourn and failing miserably. Thankfully sturdy boots on her feet and good traveling clothes kept her from being too uncomfortable on her never ending trek. Not to mention the contentedly sleeping, bow-tied seer cat curled around her neck and pink dragon at her heel. It was the dragon though that would cause the greatest disturbance, roaring loud and proud at the other demigoddess in obnoxious greeting. Or warning. Take your pick.
Phoebe winced, not sure she would have approached the clearly content woman in such a manner - or at all given their lack luster introduction a season prior. "Sorry, Mildew. Pim is...not discrete." she said softly, hoping some of her friends had decided to stay despite the dragonling's cries. "I um...you wouldn't happen to know the way to the Mourn would you?" she asked.
Phoebe
in the way she was meant to
