PHOEBE
She didn't notice him walk away, nor when the guard approached. Phoebe was curled in on herself, black tears rolling freely down her cheeks as she trembled and held herself. "It hurts, Frey, it hurts." she whispered, voice shuddering, rocking slightly. She just wanted her friend, to be held and comforted for a short time, to not be faced with the realities Jata was attacking her with.
But Pim lifted his head and looked at Jata as he opened the cell. The dragonling grumbled at him, glancing between the two. He started this. Time to fix it. Phoebe hyperventilated slightly, turning to look back at him. She sniffled and slowly pulled herself up, stumbling as she got to her feet. Her arms were still wrapped around her waist and she shuffled forward with Pim close to her side.
But Pim lifted his head and looked at Jata as he opened the cell. The dragonling grumbled at him, glancing between the two. He started this. Time to fix it. Phoebe hyperventilated slightly, turning to look back at him. She sniffled and slowly pulled herself up, stumbling as she got to her feet. Her arms were still wrapped around her waist and she shuffled forward with Pim close to her side.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
