heathen’s kiss

PHOEBE

Her eyes widened with surprise and wonder. So…he had been something of a god then? Clearly that such a thing were possible hadn’t occurred to her before. ”It must be quite the change, going from being a god to a normal human.” she said. She couldn’t even fathom it really. Not much had really changed about her personally in coming to Caido, but she supposed it was possible for someone of great power to be reduced in coming here. She smiled at him a little though as he tried to build her up. ”We just have a very strict hierarchical structure. Even if you were skilled, if you were born common, you held no status or importance.” she said with a light shrug.

It was hard not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze – she felt almost observed rather than simply looked at; almost as if he could see right through her. But fortunately he focuses on his work and she tries to make sense of it. ”So…you’re a master tradesman?” she asked, that being the only thing in her vocabulary that sort of matched. ”Or are you a fighter sort, a mercenary?” Both were fine trades in her mind, one more practical, one more based in a sense of duty. They were nearing the clinic now and Phoebe pulled out her little set of keys.

Upon opening the door he would be welcomed by the usual smells of herbs and warm spices, the entire clinic decked out like the coziest little place in Caido. In addition was the smell of something cooking – some sort of meat roasting to be precise. ”Would you like something to eat? It’s the least I can do for you showing me how to swim a bit today.” she said with a warm 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?