You not wanting me...
Phoebe climbed the light tower, accompanied by her own companions. Branbast lay curled around her shoulders like a scarf and Pim clambered up the steps alongside her. She had just finished dropping Jude off at his father's home, and in her melancholy decided she ought bring Safrin an offering. It had gone horribly wrong last time, and Harper was more devoted to the goddess than to Frey.
As she reached the top, a carving of the night sky in her hands, she was stopped by a dragon. Clearly a companion based on size. Pim growled a warning, as if to tell the other dragon to move out of the way. Branbast opened one eye and sighed dramatically. "Bothersome pesky dragons" he grumbled.
As she reached the top, a carving of the night sky in her hands, she was stopped by a dragon. Clearly a companion based on size. Pim growled a warning, as if to tell the other dragon to move out of the way. Branbast opened one eye and sighed dramatically. "Bothersome pesky dragons" he grumbled.
...Was the beginning of me wanting myself
