Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
And as her melody she sang
"Don't you remember?"
No! That was the unnerving part - or she would have been had Frey's soothing presence not been surrounding her. Held between Nature-Frey's nurturing aura and Sex-Frey's undeniable - as in literally pressing up against her back - eroticism kept her hovering within the balance point she had come to love so much about them. The separation between the two only made more clear to the eyes of others what Phoebe had already formed a bond with.
Apparently she had evolved, and she looked down at herself as if she might see it. But nothing particularly stood out, other than perhaps looking much paler than she had thought she was before. As the rain warmed, she tilted her face up, allowing the water to wash away whatever grime had built up in whatever length of time she had been cocooned away. A shiver ran down her spine as the water was wicked away from her skin and she looked between the two aspects of Frey once more. "How am I more equipped? What about me has evolved?" she asked softly as she accepted the dress. It was simple, light, and by some magical property seemed to size itself to her perfectly so it covered just enough to be deemed acceptable by mortal standards. Torchline mortal standards of course. Everywhere else would have been far too prudish for Frey's sensibilities, and even this likely pushed their limits.
No! That was the unnerving part - or she would have been had Frey's soothing presence not been surrounding her. Held between Nature-Frey's nurturing aura and Sex-Frey's undeniable - as in literally pressing up against her back - eroticism kept her hovering within the balance point she had come to love so much about them. The separation between the two only made more clear to the eyes of others what Phoebe had already formed a bond with.
Apparently she had evolved, and she looked down at herself as if she might see it. But nothing particularly stood out, other than perhaps looking much paler than she had thought she was before. As the rain warmed, she tilted her face up, allowing the water to wash away whatever grime had built up in whatever length of time she had been cocooned away. A shiver ran down her spine as the water was wicked away from her skin and she looked between the two aspects of Frey once more. "How am I more equipped? What about me has evolved?" she asked softly as she accepted the dress. It was simple, light, and by some magical property seemed to size itself to her perfectly so it covered just enough to be deemed acceptable by mortal standards. Torchline mortal standards of course. Everywhere else would have been far too prudish for Frey's sensibilities, and even this likely pushed their limits.
The apple into blossom burst
To life the grass and violets sprang
To life the grass and violets sprang
