PHOEBE
The four blondes in question, or rather three in particular, were having a very good time. The Oasis was a hotbed of memory mud, and the three shirtless boys ran around in the wriggling stuff. A mud fight had just ensued, resulting in a forced tie when they'd accidentally hit Auntie Phoebe with a wad of it. Now they were gathering the enchanted mud to make mudpies while Phoebe watched quietly while she read.
She glanced up when a familiar voice spoke, and she smiled softly as Loren approached from the general direction of the Glade Shrine. She tried to say hello back, but the boys were much quicker and louder to the draw. "Hello, Mr. Loren!" they said loudly, before continuing to try and coax the mud into the shapes of pies. Phoebe already had a few 'pastries' made of mud lined up in front of her.
The midwife simply nodded at his condolences, brown eyes glancing over the children as he asked about them all. Were it not for their blue eyes that were so distinctly Roana's, the three could have easily been mistaken as Phoebe's own children. "They are...alright. Some emotional outbursts here and there but...each day is better than the last." she said of the boys before glancing at him again. Some of her usual vibrancy seemed dampened, and based on the circles under her eyes exhaustion was the culprit. "It's a lot. I'm now raising triplets all on my own in addition to running the College, my practice, and overseeing the infirmary. But I'm managing." she said with a slight shrug.
She glanced up when a familiar voice spoke, and she smiled softly as Loren approached from the general direction of the Glade Shrine. She tried to say hello back, but the boys were much quicker and louder to the draw. "Hello, Mr. Loren!" they said loudly, before continuing to try and coax the mud into the shapes of pies. Phoebe already had a few 'pastries' made of mud lined up in front of her.
The midwife simply nodded at his condolences, brown eyes glancing over the children as he asked about them all. Were it not for their blue eyes that were so distinctly Roana's, the three could have easily been mistaken as Phoebe's own children. "They are...alright. Some emotional outbursts here and there but...each day is better than the last." she said of the boys before glancing at him again. Some of her usual vibrancy seemed dampened, and based on the circles under her eyes exhaustion was the culprit. "It's a lot. I'm now raising triplets all on my own in addition to running the College, my practice, and overseeing the infirmary. But I'm managing." she said with a slight shrug.
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
