Phoebe
Phoebe was not one for trouble. No, siree, not Miss Phoebe. She liked to play by the rules. She liked to do well. She liked to receive praise. She liked to do what she was supposed to do how she was supposed to do it when she was supposed to do it. Phoebe was your standard straight-A, goody-two-shoes, teacher's pet, goody-goody-gumdrop sort of a girl. That Frey had told her to put herself in a dangerous situation was appalling to every single cell in her body. Her mind fought back against it with ever fiber of her being. Putting yourself in danger is just like breaking the rules. You're supposed to avoid danger not pursue it. her mind seemed to shout at her. But...when had Frey every led her wholly astray? Not once. They didn't simply things for her, certainly, but that was part of living; working through the messy bits.
So there she stood, in front of the Labyrinth, staring at it forlornly. What in Frey's name was she going to do now? Waltz right in to the Labyrinth which she had heard scary things lived in? She could almost hear Frey's typical "Mmhm." floating on the breeze around her. She was going to waltz right in there and face a very scary thing and put herself very much in harms way because that was exactly what Frey had told her to do. She had even dressed for being in a sort of scary situation where she might need to move more freely, her dark leggings and tunic that hit just below her bottom showing off the light boots she usually wore, hair pulled back into a braided ponytail.
Right. Waltzing in. Face the scary things. Danger abound. Ooh boy.
Gulp. Any time now Phoebe.
So there she stood, in front of the Labyrinth, staring at it forlornly. What in Frey's name was she going to do now? Waltz right in to the Labyrinth which she had heard scary things lived in? She could almost hear Frey's typical "Mmhm." floating on the breeze around her. She was going to waltz right in there and face a very scary thing and put herself very much in harms way because that was exactly what Frey had told her to do. She had even dressed for being in a sort of scary situation where she might need to move more freely, her dark leggings and tunic that hit just below her bottom showing off the light boots she usually wore, hair pulled back into a braided ponytail.
Right. Waltzing in. Face the scary things. Danger abound. Ooh boy.
Gulp. Any time now Phoebe.
In These Past Few Days When I See Myself
I Seem Like Someone Else
I Seem Like Someone Else
