PHOEBE
Pim's head pokes up briefly, eyeing the man with a confidence that a creature his size probably shouldn't have had in the face of a much bigger person. For a moment he just stares, perfectly still, as if trying to size him up. Eventually he snarls a bit, lightning in rainbow colors sparking at his jaws before he continued his survey of the water's edge. Clearly his intimidation tactic would do wonders.When her statement was met with confusion, and another question, Phoebe stared back in surprise for a moment. She knew plenty of people who couldn't swim of course. "Well...there was no place to learn really. Where I grew up was landlocked and surrounded by quarries." she said, feeling a bit self conscious suddenly. Was that really so strange? But she didn't get to ponder on it long as he went on, calling her beautiful out of the blue. Her cheeks turned bright red, and despite knowing she was the one he was talking about she glanced around, as if she might catch sight of a real beauty waiting just behind her. "Thank you but u-uhm...I've never really known anyone who could swim well..." she admitted. It simply wasn't a thing.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
