PHOEBE
Phoebe blinked, trying to figure out how she’d gotten back to the prison. Sunjata had gotten that guard to let her out, before he’d left her, again, like the men in her life always did. Well, at least this time she’d made him pay for hurting her, even if the midwife felt a little bad for Lusea. Still, Sunjata had it coming. He’d jerked around both of the women in his life, and now he was just reaping what he'd sown. Besides, it was better for the other woman to know now rather than letting him hurt her again. Phoebe was doing Lusea a favor.
However, that didn’t tell the midwife how she’d gotten back here. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized that not only was she back here, but also that there was something different about the Penitentiary. It was darker, scarier, and there were sounds that made her flinch when she heard them. Then she realized that Pim was nowhere to be seen and she panicked a little, eyes darting around as she backed up until she hit bars, which made her squeak. However, her small sound drew attention.
Thankfully, it was just Pim, who’d been around the corner. The dragonling ran up to her, growling and protective, and she scooped him up and hugged him close, glad to have some company. His pink scales were a welcome spot of color in this place. Even as she held him, Pim kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, a fierce expression in his eyes, though he snuggled close to provide as much comfort to Phoebe as he could. He'd been so worried when he'd shown up here and couldn't find her. He loved his counterpart dearly, and couldn't stand the thought of her being in trouble without him. Obviously he could sense how scared she was, and he would do everything he could to keep her safe and happy. Whatever was making her afraid better watch out.
When she heard the snarling and scraping claws, however, she yelped again and started hurrying in the opposite direction. As she moved, Pim wiggled out of her hands and leapt to the ground, growling again at the distant sounds, his breath ready to scorch anything that might come at them. He was prepared to defend Phoebe from anything and everything. His wings flapped as they scurried along, and he puffed himself up to make himself look bigger.
As she turned the corner, she saw another familiar figure, but this one was far less welcome than the pink dragon. ”Wessex? What are you doing here? How did I get here? Do you know what’s going on?” Then Phoebe's eyes narrowed. "Did you bring me here?" Her dislike and distrust of the Ascended queen warred with the midwife's fear. In the end, though, fear won out. While she didn’t want to rely upon the other woman, the healer really didn’t want to be alone in this place. Not with those strange sounds in the distance.
Pim, dedicated protector that he was, sensed his human’s distress, and turned one watchful eye on the Ascended Queen while the other kept looking for that monster he could hear and sense. If Wessex tried anything, he’d scorch her too. No one was touching his Phoebe.
However, that didn’t tell the midwife how she’d gotten back here. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized that not only was she back here, but also that there was something different about the Penitentiary. It was darker, scarier, and there were sounds that made her flinch when she heard them. Then she realized that Pim was nowhere to be seen and she panicked a little, eyes darting around as she backed up until she hit bars, which made her squeak. However, her small sound drew attention.
Thankfully, it was just Pim, who’d been around the corner. The dragonling ran up to her, growling and protective, and she scooped him up and hugged him close, glad to have some company. His pink scales were a welcome spot of color in this place. Even as she held him, Pim kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, a fierce expression in his eyes, though he snuggled close to provide as much comfort to Phoebe as he could. He'd been so worried when he'd shown up here and couldn't find her. He loved his counterpart dearly, and couldn't stand the thought of her being in trouble without him. Obviously he could sense how scared she was, and he would do everything he could to keep her safe and happy. Whatever was making her afraid better watch out.
When she heard the snarling and scraping claws, however, she yelped again and started hurrying in the opposite direction. As she moved, Pim wiggled out of her hands and leapt to the ground, growling again at the distant sounds, his breath ready to scorch anything that might come at them. He was prepared to defend Phoebe from anything and everything. His wings flapped as they scurried along, and he puffed himself up to make himself look bigger.
As she turned the corner, she saw another familiar figure, but this one was far less welcome than the pink dragon. ”Wessex? What are you doing here? How did I get here? Do you know what’s going on?” Then Phoebe's eyes narrowed. "Did you bring me here?" Her dislike and distrust of the Ascended queen warred with the midwife's fear. In the end, though, fear won out. While she didn’t want to rely upon the other woman, the healer really didn’t want to be alone in this place. Not with those strange sounds in the distance.
Pim, dedicated protector that he was, sensed his human’s distress, and turned one watchful eye on the Ascended Queen while the other kept looking for that monster he could hear and sense. If Wessex tried anything, he’d scorch her too. No one was touching his Phoebe.
