PHOEBE
Phoebe positively beams at his compliment of the cake, finishing her own as the picture of radiant happiness after that. She liked taking care of people, and she especially liked when people liked the things she did for them. Yes, Sunjata was a new acquaintance, but it didn’t make his appreciation of her cooking any less satisfying. If anything, it was more so, because he had no real reason to try to boost her ego.She considers quietly for a moment. ”Well…it isn’t as…organized as the place I was from. We had nice buildings and paved roads and things like that. But I have a bit more freedom here – I could never have started a college back home because of my status as a commoner. And we were always at war so…at least there isn’t that here.” she said with a small smile – but it wasn’t so bright as the one before. ”I think it is lonely here though. None of my family were brought here, and while I have made some new friends, some that I’d consider family, I still miss having others around during times like this.” she said. She lived alone. She cooked alone. She slept alone. A lot of times she worked alone. It would have been nice to have someone around with more regularity.
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?
