PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
She sighed and shook her head. "You forget I am from Northwind. Magic is a blessing held in high esteem, enough to make even a lowly commoner a lord or lady." she said twirling her finger in the air, as if shooting a magic spell from it. Phoebe had no issue with magic or magic users. That had been ingrained to her since childhood. "But yes, it can be a crutch." she added with a shrug.
Her heart raced for a moment. But not from desire, but a hint of fear. Loren seemed rather intent, and frankly she had no way to defend herself against him - and while she had not thought him the sort to force himself on another, she also hadn't thought him the sort to proposition her in the first place, much less in the woods. Her eyes narrowed, taking a hesitant step back. "Feelings. Emotions. Caring. Love." she said, shrugging her shoulders. "All the things you already said you couldn't give me."
Her heart raced for a moment. But not from desire, but a hint of fear. Loren seemed rather intent, and frankly she had no way to defend herself against him - and while she had not thought him the sort to force himself on another, she also hadn't thought him the sort to proposition her in the first place, much less in the woods. Her eyes narrowed, taking a hesitant step back. "Feelings. Emotions. Caring. Love." she said, shrugging her shoulders. "All the things you already said you couldn't give me."
