Phoebe
It was true, Phoebe didn't make it far, though she did make it in the generally right direction. That was, until she slipped and fell into a snow drift. She would have sunk right into it too, if it had been anything other than Memory Snow. Even as she sat in it, staring at the stars slowly starting to poke out in the fading sunlight - which was spinning by the way - the lump of memory snow tried to rebuild itself, pushing her up to a precariously leaned position against it.
And as she leaned there, perfectly still because why wouldn't she star at Safrin's pretty stars as the spun in the sky, a new little friend appeared. Or landed rather. A rather chubby Ningo landed right atop her head, eyeing her with one large round eye. Phoebe blinked at it before giggling. "Well hullo der fren. Imma call you Bubba." she said, snickering as the Ningo squawked.
And as she leaned there, perfectly still because why wouldn't she star at Safrin's pretty stars as the spun in the sky, a new little friend appeared. Or landed rather. A rather chubby Ningo landed right atop her head, eyeing her with one large round eye. Phoebe blinked at it before giggling. "Well hullo der fren. Imma call you Bubba." she said, snickering as the Ningo squawked.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
