[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night
Phoebe Steadman
the Nightingale
Midwife

Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood
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Phoebe saw the near vacant, haunted expression in Emmett's eyes. She heard the uncertainty in his voice. That in and of itself frightened her. She was so accustomed to his certainty, that he was thrown was... no surprise given the situation but still. But that meant she had no choice but to take charge, to lead on...and perhaps give a little tough love. The Luxere weren't following. Emmett was consumed with grief and shock. Chris and Milly were 4 and 3 respectively. All there was was her.

"Emmett. Stay close and alert." she said, almost sternly, picking up her pace to take the lead. Though only figuretively. She walked in step with him, holding his hand with her free one to keep him as close to the light that the fish from Safrin could offer. Milly's little fingers curled into the top of her dress as she hid her face in the crook of Phoebe's neck. The young midwife had them on a straight and quick course, walking as fast as she could without breaking into a run.

She did a quick mental assessment of distance. Emmett came to town often enough so she knew it wasn't that far, and was frankly their best bet. Farms weren't known for having neighbors after all. Would Natural farmers even open their doors to them? No. A place with Outlanders was their best bet. Her clinic was closer to the domiciles and too far. The Rathskellar though she knew would have people there, and she remembered from dropping Melita there that it was the closest safe place she knew of to them. Closer than the clinic. Closer than the infirmary. "We are going to the Rathskellar unless you know a closer place." she said quietly to Emmett.

It really wasn't a long walk. But everything felt longer in the dark.

"Safrin please see us through this." she said quietly, praying with all her might that her fish would be enough, and hoping the goddess's grace would extend to the remaining Palmer's. She had lost everyone once. She didn't want to see more lost and would do all she could to keep it from happening.
Phoebe
Be gentle to all and stern with yourself


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RE: [SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night - by Phoebe - 02-21-2019, 12:29 AM

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