PHOEBE
She tilted her head slightly, listening to him talk. As he went on she quietly rose, taking his dishes to the sink, clearly still listening, just not content to sit idle when she could listen and get the dishes cleaned or leftovers put away. ”I think that’s the problem for everyone, whether you are noble or a god or a common person.” she said softly, eyes focused on making him a container of left over dinner and dessert he could take with him. ”When you’re common you don’t get a choice in anything. You do what you are told or you go to jail. If you’re noble, I suppose the stakes are just a bit…higher. It’s more tangible.” she said and smiled at him a little, showing off her ability to reason and relate. She wasn’t just a pretty face and a good cook, she had a good head on her shoulders.”I had three older sisters and an older brother. We were considered one of the ‘small’ families in my town.” she said with a light, wistful laugh. ”It’s…an adjustment, going from that to just a few good friends. But I know what you mean. My friend Remi is really more like a brother to me now than just a friend.” she said, bringing the few containers of food over to him. ”Here, you should take some of this with you. If you’re living on your own now I’m sure a home cooked meal isn’t easy to come by.” 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?
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?
