PHOEBE
"I'll remind you of that when you do then." she joked, walking up next to him as he finished getting ready to go back to the domiciles. Pim stayed at her heels, keeping an eye on Jata still. But he seemed less outrightly aggressive from before. "Oh no, it really isn't that much work. I have laundry to do anyways." she said with a light shrug and a smile. One extra shirt wasn't going to add that much extra work.The young blonde took the lead, heading back towards the domiciles. "You don't know who Frey is? Have you not heard of the old gods?" she asked curiously. "Though Frey isn't a he per se. They is a more accurate word to use." she said with a small smile. "Frey is the herald of Rae. They are the god of sex, passion, and fertility. I am a midwife so our lines of work intersect a lot, and they have come to be a very dear friend of mine." she said with a smile.
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?
