PHOEBE
Flowerbirth in Torchline was proving to be muggy, humid, blegh sort of weather. Her skin was sticky all the time (and not for reasons Frey would have been happy to hear about) and though she appreciated Remi coming over to help the thought of putting on leggings to work had given her hives. So she had embraced her newfound lack of modesty and altered one of her old dresses into something of a cross between a dress and pants. The less fabric that touched her skin the better, and this did the trick. It was in this ingenious fashion mash up that she came hurrying out of the brothel, hair twisted up atop of her head.
"Wow, look at you already at work!" she said, hurrying down into the garden to begin arranging sandbags beside him. She smiled at him brightly, leaning up to peck his cheek in greeting if he allowed, before setting to work as well, dragging sandbags into place along the foundation line. "How've you been? Any fun and interesting happenings, Mr. Governor?" she asked.
"Wow, look at you already at work!" she said, hurrying down into the garden to begin arranging sandbags beside him. She smiled at him brightly, leaning up to peck his cheek in greeting if he allowed, before setting to work as well, dragging sandbags into place along the foundation line. "How've you been? Any fun and interesting happenings, Mr. Governor?" she asked.
Pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts
