PHOEBE
Phoebe was having an incredibly difficult time reconciling what Loren was saying about Roana with the Roana she knew. But before she could get her mind wrapped around it, he continued, and his words made her blood run cold. Her eyes narrowed at him as she stilled, the fire and fury he had wished to see last time suddenly apparent in her honeyed gaze. ”Excuse me?” she said in a low tone, the level of offense she took clear in her voice. To say Wessex didn’t trust her – fine. To say she wasn’t trusted with children – her, a midwife, expert in all things small, chubby, and wobbly on their feet – especially those that she had a claim to was not fine.
”I was witness to and survived a LongNight massacre. I ran from said massacre through the Outskirts to the Rathskeller with an unconscious, gutted man and two toddlers, and they all survived. Tell me who exactly is more capable to keeping watch over these boys during LongNight than me?” she snapped, stepping forward into his personal space unless he stepped away. Even Pim growled at the notion – his human was a hatchlingless mother, little ones were her everything. ”You can tell the Queen that the only way she is getting my nephews who’ve already lost both their mother and father is over my dead body.” she said lowly, but with earnest conviction. This wasn’t dramatics, this was the mother bear in Phoebe showing itself.
”I was witness to and survived a LongNight massacre. I ran from said massacre through the Outskirts to the Rathskeller with an unconscious, gutted man and two toddlers, and they all survived. Tell me who exactly is more capable to keeping watch over these boys during LongNight than me?” she snapped, stepping forward into his personal space unless he stepped away. Even Pim growled at the notion – his human was a hatchlingless mother, little ones were her everything. ”You can tell the Queen that the only way she is getting my nephews who’ve already lost both their mother and father is over my dead body.” she said lowly, but with earnest conviction. This wasn’t dramatics, this was the mother bear in Phoebe showing itself.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
