PHOEBE
Phoebe had been staking out this spot all morning. From a small hole in the cliffside came a trail of goodies - carrot hunks, lettuce, dandelions and so on. Phoebe sat at the end of the trail, very still and very quiet, a little lidded basket next to her. She had seen a few blink hares disappear into the hole. This was the trickiest part of her quest - catching a live blink hare to bring to Frey. Her best bet she thought was to somehow befriend one. But this task required a god's amount of patience. The sun continued to rise in the sky and though she heard scratching and scurrying from inside the rock, she had yet to see one poke its head back out.
And so she waited some more.
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
