PHOEBE
She blinks at him, clearly surprised by his offer, but the confusion quickly turns to a blush of a slightly darker shade. If he knew her, he might not feel so triumphant in coaxing it out of her – it didn’t really take much to make her blush. Phoebe worried her lip a bit, hesitating for a moment – but really he had been very nice and patient with her. There wasn’t really a reason for concern, was there? ”Well…I’d have to be able to sing to be a Siren…and a lot prettier…but I would like to learn how to swim at least.” she said with a small but genuine smile.But by now she was clearly getting tired. Her build was willowy and soft, not made for the level of effort it took to keep herself afloat for a long period of time, and she was having trouble keeping her head above water. Pim gave a small warning roar, eyeing Jata closely. Time to get out, or Pim would make them get out.
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?
