[God Quest] The Rice Dance

(Grant can decide if anyone else is welcome in this thread) Phoebe.... Her name danced on the breeze. It rolled and hushed, warbled and pirouetted through the trees. The midwife, so busy, so bothered, so grownup in the midst of all that had happened. Had she thought the god had forgotten her in the wake of all that blood? Those screams? Phoebe........ The voice came again, a sultry and unmistakable call. Was it a real voice, or only in the young woman's mind? Did it really matter? Commala come come It urged in a sing-song voice. Not Frey's voice, but not not Frey's voice either. Phoebe would find herself drawn to follow it during the golden hour of evening, towards the glade. Phoebe Frey