PHOEBE
She had been surprised but happily so when Harper announced he wanted to start her training. Finally, something new to do! Something to focus on that was entirely about building her strength, making herself better and more capable. Others would benefit, yes, but she needed this; if only to prove to herself that she could. And so she made sure to arrange her schedule accordingly - as well as dress for this endeavor. Phoebe almost never wore pants, always in a dress or skirt, but today she donned leggings and sturdy boots with a long tunic style top. Her long, thick locks were braided down her back to keep it out of her face. Pim accompanied too of course, to supervise.
On first glace it would probably be clear to Harper the work she needed. Her limbs were lean and willowy, clearly lacking strength, and the rest of her frame was just as delicate. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Pim was slow to get up." she said with a hint of a smile.
On first glace it would probably be clear to Harper the work she needed. Her limbs were lean and willowy, clearly lacking strength, and the rest of her frame was just as delicate. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Pim was slow to get up." she said with a hint of a smile.
Honeybee, your soul is golden
