PHOEBE
Oh, if Jata thought Phoebe was just going float there all nice and easy after nearly being drowned but her own dragon, he was about to be surprised. The arm that was under her lower back was the closest thing to her, and she grabbed onto it with both arms, clinging for dear life. Even her head was pulled up as far away from the water as it could be. ”I-I don’t know about this, I don’t think I’m made to swim.” she said, eyes wide with fear now. Being unceremoniously dunked under the water did nothing to calm her nerves.From where Pim swam around he seemed to chuckle – a strange growly sort of noise that could be easily misconstrued for laughter. ”He’s a jerk is what she is.” Phoebe grumbled, very irritated with Pim now. Not that it helped – she was drenched, his shirt clinging to her, blonde hair all slicked back and floating in the water. She looked more pitiful than anything.
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?
