You not wanting me...
Phoebe was about ready to chide Pim when she heard movement from the altar room. Looking up she watched the young man appear and place his hand on the other dragon's shoulder. Ah, so this was his companion then. Pim grumbled a moody growl and Branbast simply sighed again - this was all putting a real damper on his nap.
She smiled warmly as the young man stumbled over his words. "Of course, take your time." she said, not at all concerned with him wanting privacy. That was simply the way some people were with their worship. "My name is Phoebe, by the way." she said, introducing herself. "And this is Pim and Branbast." she added, gesturing to each in kind.
She smiled warmly as the young man stumbled over his words. "Of course, take your time." she said, not at all concerned with him wanting privacy. That was simply the way some people were with their worship. "My name is Phoebe, by the way." she said, introducing herself. "And this is Pim and Branbast." she added, gesturing to each in kind.
...Was the beginning of me wanting myself
