PHOEBE
Her cheeks turned a bit red as he stepped up out of the water, trying not to stare. He was a handsome fellow though, so it was a bit hard not to. His height surprised her - which did make her a bit more reluctant to get into the Oasis which was clearly incredibly deep - but not as much as the boy he gave her. "O-oh, please I'm not anyone special..." she said, waving her hands as if it might stop him. But clearly he was intent on bowing so she in turn dipped him a curtsy out of respect for whatever norm he was used to. Despite insisting she was no one special, she moved with a clearly trained grace. Pim on the other hand just watched him, sitting in the dirt, clearly unimpressed.
"It's nice to meet you Sunjata." she said, not having trouble with his first name. But he'd best not ask her to say his last name. "I'm Phoebe Steadman." She smiled a little, warm and soothing as usually. Where he had a steely gaze, hers was more soft and welcoming. She bit her lip lightly, glancing towards the pile of clothes. The shirt was clearly dark so it wouldn't become see-through when wet, and it was a bit of an odd proposition but...he really was going out of his way to make it possible for her to swim. It would be pretty rude of her to say no. "Uhm, okay then. If you insist." she said, going to grab his shirt. "I've never experienced a flood." she admitted before disappearing into the wood to change.
Pim moved, standing directly in front of Sunjata. His wings flared up, a snarl and more lightning playing around his fangs. No peeksies today, sir.
It didn't take long for Phoebe to return, setting her clothes to the side. His shirt was quite long on her, nearly a dress as it grazed the top of her knees.
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?
