Phoebe
Melita seemed to lean towards invisibility but more credited personal qualities for her successes on the field. Like Ronin, while what Phoebe had suggested weren't awful, it seemed those with experience had different thoughts. Willpower, luck, comrades...how could those things be encapsulated in something she could use to defend herself and others. Her brow furrowed a little as she thought on it, not sure she had any more answers for Frey than when she had started this quest for knowledge. "Well...I am mostly concerned about little ones. My sister in law has three young boys and...well I would like children and...I just don't want to be useless, you know?" she said and smiled a little at Melita. "And it isn't reasonable to think that someone will always be around to protect me. I...I need to take some ownership of my own safety and those I am charged with caring for." But how exactly did she intend to do that? She wasn't sure. She felt more confused now than she had before.
"Get ready..."
Phoebe's first reaction was to freeze, staring at her friend wide-eyed. She followed her gaze behind them, on instinct lifting her arms to her chest. "What is it?" she whispered, staring at the leafy hedges warily, not seeing the danger that Melita and Fangorn clearly caught on to. That's in part because they were moving. Silently, circling, such little prey, unknowing of the peril they were in. But they did not stay hidden long. Or it. In front of Melita and Fangorn stepped out a wolf, scrawny with hunger. Then another followed it. Then another. And then a fourth. Phoebe's eyes widened with trepidation, taking a step back, not realizing she was putting herself closure to two more wolves that had circled them.
"Get ready..."
Phoebe's first reaction was to freeze, staring at her friend wide-eyed. She followed her gaze behind them, on instinct lifting her arms to her chest. "What is it?" she whispered, staring at the leafy hedges warily, not seeing the danger that Melita and Fangorn clearly caught on to. That's in part because they were moving. Silently, circling, such little prey, unknowing of the peril they were in. But they did not stay hidden long. Or it. In front of Melita and Fangorn stepped out a wolf, scrawny with hunger. Then another followed it. Then another. And then a fourth. Phoebe's eyes widened with trepidation, taking a step back, not realizing she was putting herself closure to two more wolves that had circled them.
In These Past Few Days When I See Myself
I Seem Like Someone Else
I Seem Like Someone Else
