[seasonal event] my ghost

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe considered the other woman curiously. Met a god who took something from a friend...and then made her voice sound sultry for wasting their time. Hm. She was smart enough to put the puzzle pieces together, based on what she knew of the people here, and one diety in particular. "I see..." she said thoughtfully, with a tone one could imagine her using with a patient describing symptoms. "So you've met Frey as well...and you must be the woman Remi meant when he said someone tried to help him and had consequences for it." she said with a warm smile. "I have encountered Frey twice, myself...though somehow managed to do so without any real consequences." she said. "Did they tell you how to fix it at least?" Phoebe asked. It was starting to bother her a little just how many people seemed to have consequences of varying degrees from Frey...except her. Why? Why had Frey only given her a task that logically she knew would help her grow as a person, and others had...punishments was the best word. What made her different? And why had she been one of the very few that they informed of their nature? Her mind couldn't understand why a diety of sexuality and passion had been so kind to a virgin, who knew nothing practically of the things they held dear. "Spending a great deal there? Are you pregnant?" Phoebe asked, glancing down to watch her walk. You could tell if a woman was pregnant based on their gait if you knew what to look for.