dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you "Oh, I am choosing them very wisely, the Splash." she said with a smirk that melted into a giggle. But now she was rather thoroughly pinned. Phoebe couldn't physically overcome Jata under even the slightest of circumstances so even with his less than restrictive position, she may as well have been restrained. Her head tilted slightly at him, curious as to what he was thinking in the moment. The games were the same, but their situation wasn't. But did that really matter? Then came the challenge, and her heart raced for a moment. "Make up to you, huh?" she said. For a moment she hesitated, only to calculate the risks of what might follow, because despite being named for water she was indeed playing with fire. But then her brown eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the tiniest of challenges back at Jata. "Too bad you're just the Trickle and not the Flood or something, because then I might be intimidated."