PHOEBE
there's a bulletproof bond
The young midwife found herself perusing the various stalls of the marketplace rather absentmindedly. She carried with her a basket still, with what goods she had to trade with just in case something caught her eye. At her feet walked Pim, who was about the size of a smaller herding dog now – and still growing based on his appetite. The pink dragon stiffed about, on high alert for any danger that Phoebe might be presented with. She was squishy and fangless and daddy Frey had given him to protect her – it was a very important duty.
She heard Are over the din of the marketplace, though she didn’t really register his words, lost in her own thoughts. Wide brown eyes scanned his stall briefly, glancing down at her own boots, which really were worse for wear. She could probably get another Deepfrost out of them though…maybe? Curious, Pim sniffed at the pelts, which smelled like something he could eat once upon a time, but not anymore.
She heard Are over the din of the marketplace, though she didn’t really register his words, lost in her own thoughts. Wide brown eyes scanned his stall briefly, glancing down at her own boots, which really were worse for wear. She could probably get another Deepfrost out of them though…maybe? Curious, Pim sniffed at the pelts, which smelled like something he could eat once upon a time, but not anymore.
between me and you
