I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
At the pat on her head and Frey’s words, the midwife released the deity and stepped back, wiping at her eyes with a smile on her face. ”It is, if just barely. Sorry for letting it get the better of me.” she said with a light laugh. ”What was wrong with you before, though? Was it really just stress?” she asked, a concerned tone in her voice. Stress had been the excuse the first time Phoebe had noticed something was wrong with her friend, and while stress could do a lot of harm, it didn’t quite seem to fit.
You know who wasn’t the least bit concerned with the change in Frey? Pim. Daddy Frey was a different sort of being and different sort of beings went through different sort of things, and since Daddy Frey was very powerful, Pim had no reason to worry after them (unlike his clawless, fangless, scaleless, wingless, sometimes near brainless counterpart with the fluffy yellow mane). The dragonling finished up his treat, burping and spewing little rainbow specks of electricity around his maw, before rejoining the god and girl. He grumbled up at the deity that – through Phoebe’s eyes was a man – through his own lens was more a shifting mass of energy (pink like Pim of course!). With directed intent, Pim shared his memories with the god, thinking over the very odd scene with Loren and Phoebe, where the Launceleyn’s muffled words made his companion leak eye water and make odd but happy squealy noises from her mouth. ”Happy and sad at the same time?” he asked the god in the tongue of his kin, confusion clear in his mind.
You know who wasn’t the least bit concerned with the change in Frey? Pim. Daddy Frey was a different sort of being and different sort of beings went through different sort of things, and since Daddy Frey was very powerful, Pim had no reason to worry after them (unlike his clawless, fangless, scaleless, wingless, sometimes near brainless counterpart with the fluffy yellow mane). The dragonling finished up his treat, burping and spewing little rainbow specks of electricity around his maw, before rejoining the god and girl. He grumbled up at the deity that – through Phoebe’s eyes was a man – through his own lens was more a shifting mass of energy (pink like Pim of course!). With directed intent, Pim shared his memories with the god, thinking over the very odd scene with Loren and Phoebe, where the Launceleyn’s muffled words made his companion leak eye water and make odd but happy squealy noises from her mouth. ”Happy and sad at the same time?” he asked the god in the tongue of his kin, confusion clear in his mind.
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