PHOEBE
Pim’s lightning was enough to send the monster reeling again. Thank goodness. However, as Phoebe watched, horrified, the monster took a swipe at the dragonling. Blood and scales splattered on the ground and she shrieked. Pim, though, was not deterred. A little scratch like that wasn’t enough to keep him from his solemn duty to protect his Phoebe. Indeed, he had already opened his mouth to send another blast at the monster.
At that moment, though, a plume of purple smoke exploded and wreathed around the midwife and the monster. They both started coughing, and the monster retreated to a safe distance to watch this new development. When her eyes and throat cleared, she was shocked to see a satyr had appeared in the hallway. ”Did Frey send you?” Her voice came out hopefully.
However, Phoebe shrank back from Earl's touch, wrinkling her nose. She might’ve been desperate to be loved, but she had some standards and a drunk and fat satyr certainly didn’t meet them. In fact, it seemed that no one did, and they all left her in the end. ”Stay away from me. I am best friends with the god of sex and love, so I don’t need some drunk satyr. If you lay a hand on me, they will be very unhappy with you. So if I were you I’d think less about touching me with your sweaty hands and more about keeping me safe.” While it wasn't her friend, this satyr had answered the midwife's call.
Pointing at the monster, Phoebe gave Earl her most authoritative look. As a midwife and as the Dean of the Caido Medical College, she was well used to giving orders to mothers in labor, patients, their loved ones, as well as her professors and students. ”Take care of that monster for me.”
Earl taken care of, she moved to Pim. While she wasn’t a fighter, she was a healer, and so she knelt to apply pressure to the dragonling’s wound. He gave her an adoring and fierce look, since just as he took care of her, she took care of him, playing to their strengths. Sparing a glance for Wessex, Phoebe was unsurprised to see the Ascended Queen still struggling with the door. For all that Wessex pretended she was all-powerful and all-knowing, she couldn’t even seem to do the simplest tasks properly.
At that moment, though, a plume of purple smoke exploded and wreathed around the midwife and the monster. They both started coughing, and the monster retreated to a safe distance to watch this new development. When her eyes and throat cleared, she was shocked to see a satyr had appeared in the hallway. ”Did Frey send you?” Her voice came out hopefully.
However, Phoebe shrank back from Earl's touch, wrinkling her nose. She might’ve been desperate to be loved, but she had some standards and a drunk and fat satyr certainly didn’t meet them. In fact, it seemed that no one did, and they all left her in the end. ”Stay away from me. I am best friends with the god of sex and love, so I don’t need some drunk satyr. If you lay a hand on me, they will be very unhappy with you. So if I were you I’d think less about touching me with your sweaty hands and more about keeping me safe.” While it wasn't her friend, this satyr had answered the midwife's call.
Pointing at the monster, Phoebe gave Earl her most authoritative look. As a midwife and as the Dean of the Caido Medical College, she was well used to giving orders to mothers in labor, patients, their loved ones, as well as her professors and students. ”Take care of that monster for me.”
Earl taken care of, she moved to Pim. While she wasn’t a fighter, she was a healer, and so she knelt to apply pressure to the dragonling’s wound. He gave her an adoring and fierce look, since just as he took care of her, she took care of him, playing to their strengths. Sparing a glance for Wessex, Phoebe was unsurprised to see the Ascended Queen still struggling with the door. For all that Wessex pretended she was all-powerful and all-knowing, she couldn’t even seem to do the simplest tasks properly.
