Phoebe
Phoebe stared into the terrifying depths of the Labyrinth. Her fingers curled into her tunic, already clearly fighting her natural flight instinct. It was unsafe. It was unnecessary. Why did she have to leave her comfort zone? She questioned Frey’s methods if but for a moment. She wasn’t cut out for this, why make her do so? But of course, as soon as the thought came, she answered it – she needed to live. Living came with risks and risks were not thing she was good at taking. To the contrary she avoided them like the plague. This was an opportunity for growth, the momma duck prodding the baby duckling into the water.
She took a deep, steadying breath, releasing the fabric and clenching her fists instead. ”Well…if I wait any longer I don’t think I’ll do it. So let’s go!” Phoebe said, though clearly more to herself than Melita. She was brave and raring to go – Phoebe needed to amp herself up. Sheer determination alone saw her feet propelling her forward, into the maze of vines and leaves.
She took a deep, steadying breath, releasing the fabric and clenching her fists instead. ”Well…if I wait any longer I don’t think I’ll do it. So let’s go!” Phoebe said, though clearly more to herself than Melita. She was brave and raring to go – Phoebe needed to amp herself up. Sheer determination alone saw her feet propelling her forward, into the maze of vines and leaves.
In These Past Few Days When I See Myself
I Seem Like Someone Else
I Seem Like Someone Else
