[DROP] Teine ​​is fortan

PHOEBE

Phoebe looked up and smiled in greeting to those that said hello to her. But so quickly it seemed the woman finally spoke, and she looked up at her with wide brown eyes. A small frown curved her lips. Rude? Well that certainly wasn't the impression she had hoped to make, having decided early on it was best to treat the powerful beings of this place with respect. The woman turned her gaze to her and lifted her hand to her lips as if to blow a kiss, but instead fire came hurtling towards her. For a moment, terror took hold, and she froze, expecting the searing pain as the fire touched her skin. But instead it felt soft and breezy, warm and comforting. She gasped in surprise, eyes blinking as she watched the flames dissipate around her. Phoebe smiled brightly, delighted and honored. "Thank you." she said quietly, dipping her head respectfully as the woman answered her question.

But then they were all asked a question in returned. A trait? That made her valuable? Well...valuable wasn't something that Phoebe generally associated with herself. Her eyes cast down as she considered, struggling internally with her self-doubt as she tried to come up with a trait that made her valuable. She supposed being a midwife was valuable, but that wasn't a trait, that was a job or skill. A trait was intrinsic to who she was as a person. She fussed her lower lip, trying to figure out what about her might be valuable. Some things were mentioned right away. Perseverance. Persuasiveness. Achieving the impossible...They were all things that were so powerful, so valorous. They were the traits of people who could achieve greatness. What did she have?

Finally she looked back up at the woman, decided on her answer even if it was not so great a trait as the rest of them. "I am humble." she said quietly. Work hard, be kind, be humble. These were things her family had valued and instilled in her. A room full of the humble is a room full of friends, a room full of the proud ends in a brawl - that was what her father had always said. Perhaps, with all those around trying to prove themselves great, it was her modesty that made her valuable.

I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here