Phoebe
Pim trilled happily with the scritches given by the deity, arching his back into the sensation. Then, near quick as a lightning bolt, Pim scurried his way up to Frey’s shoulders, curling himself about the deity’s neck, contentedly purring with the snuggles. Phoebe had a mind to be jealous, but knew better. Frey had a certain effect on people, and Pim was merely basking in the warm, fuzzy feeling they emitted.
Frey’s counterpoint had her furrowing her brow. ”Well…not purposefully no.” Since purposefully had been her intended meaning too, she was clearly in the wrong about that. She thought on it more, watching Pim snuggle with Frey, thinking a bit on the feelings that always made themselves known when her friend was around. Frey did not cause these things to occur she supposed with any conscious thought, more that it was simply and integral part of their being, a side-effect of simply being who they were and the way it impacted the world around them. Could perhaps this decay of the Greatwood be a similar effect of the presence of the Voice? ”I don’t know how to put into words what I am thinking…” she said a bit frustrated, not sure anything really encapsulated her thoughts. ”If it is not purposeful, could it be simply an effect of the Voice’s presence? Like…her aura or something she doesn’t actively control has that effect on the Greatwood?” she said, trying to verbalize it.
Frey’s counterpoint had her furrowing her brow. ”Well…not purposefully no.” Since purposefully had been her intended meaning too, she was clearly in the wrong about that. She thought on it more, watching Pim snuggle with Frey, thinking a bit on the feelings that always made themselves known when her friend was around. Frey did not cause these things to occur she supposed with any conscious thought, more that it was simply and integral part of their being, a side-effect of simply being who they were and the way it impacted the world around them. Could perhaps this decay of the Greatwood be a similar effect of the presence of the Voice? ”I don’t know how to put into words what I am thinking…” she said a bit frustrated, not sure anything really encapsulated her thoughts. ”If it is not purposeful, could it be simply an effect of the Voice’s presence? Like…her aura or something she doesn’t actively control has that effect on the Greatwood?” she said, trying to verbalize it.
The Honeysuckle Princess
