PHOEBE
As luck would have it, Phoebe was also in the library, searching through the various tomes it held. But she wasn't looking for books on LongNight. No, she was looking for works of fiction; fantasy, fairytales - anything that might fairy her away into another world to escape the fears caused by the week of darkness.
But there were lots of things on her mind, not just which adventure novel would be the most interesting. The realization that she had almost had another child, one that perished because of her own folly while gravely ill, sobered her. Her life had gotten out of control and she needed to regain it. As she stepped out from the rows of books though, a familiar form caught the corner of her eye. Was that Jata?
But there were lots of things on her mind, not just which adventure novel would be the most interesting. The realization that she had almost had another child, one that perished because of her own folly while gravely ill, sobered her. Her life had gotten out of control and she needed to regain it. As she stepped out from the rows of books though, a familiar form caught the corner of her eye. Was that Jata?
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
