PHOEBE
It seemed the young woman was deadset on her course and naught would sway her. It was a shame really. "You ought to try calling out for the Heralds of Vi and Mort instead." she suggested. Maybe she would and get lucky. Maybe one would answer and tell her that she was not fit for this war of the gods. If Frey didn't want her in it, then why would they want someone who couldn't sit still without coughing?The bunny inched closer again, bolder than before despite the earlier scare.
"My son and I will both be in the sanctuary per Frey's request. I will pray that we see you there too." she said with a soft sigh, giving up on the losing battle. Only the gods could change this girl's mind now.
The rabbit now came very close to the women, and Phoebe stilled. It sniffed at the food in their hands, daring to nibble on the lettuce Lisbeth held.
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
