Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Loren might not realize it, but the dragonling was sizing the Launceleyn up. He didn’t seem too tough, and his uneasy wafted off him in waves. So pitiful, these human males. Only the fellow with the lion face that Phoebe spent time with seemed capable. Why did all these stray little lumps end up following her around? Another question for daddy Frey.
Phoebe glanced at the shrine and smiled a bit. ”Oh that’s for Frey. It’s just a little personal one though, not like the larger ones around the Grounds.” she said. The androgynous figurine was wrapped in a bright silk cloth, a dried wreath of honeysuckle adorning its head. ”Do you know much about the gods here?” she asked him curiously, sitting on the far end of the couch near Pim, tossing the dragonling little pieces of scrap cooked meat. And while Loren’s tone might have been a little flat, she didn’t take it to heart. In what few encounters they had, he had a tendency to not be particularly expressive in his speech pattern, and so she didn’t think it anything to wonder after. ”You’re welcome, I’m glad you like it.” she said with a warm smile.
