i am a brutally soft woman
Being asked to meet in the woods by someone she did not know raised quite a few red flags for Phoebe. Frankly, it seemed a bit like she would be asking for her death if she went. But...something about the wording also struck her as genuine. It was a wanted ad after all...if Pim came she ought to be safe enough. So leaving the boys with a friendly neighbor, not wanting to risk them if the good will of this solicitor was a false notion, she headed out to...explore the woods.
She wore a light dress with her hiking boots, the honeysuckle crown Frey had given her on her head, as if to prove her identity based on the description. Pink was clearly Pim, who was sniffing about, suspicious of all this nonsense. His head picked up at the sound of rustling, and he growled a low warning as he headed towards it. "Hello? Is someone there? You were looking for the friend of Frey?" Phoebe called out, unsure where in the woods this person was, but following Pim.
She wore a light dress with her hiking boots, the honeysuckle crown Frey had given her on her head, as if to prove her identity based on the description. Pink was clearly Pim, who was sniffing about, suspicious of all this nonsense. His head picked up at the sound of rustling, and he growled a low warning as he headed towards it. "Hello? Is someone there? You were looking for the friend of Frey?" Phoebe called out, unsure where in the woods this person was, but following Pim.
