PHOEBE
Humbleness? Meant to impress? That was rather an oxymoron wasn’t it. Phoebe blinked in confusion, unsure how she was supposed to prove herself, seeing as she seemed to have miss-stepped already. But before she could ponder long, she was pulled across the grass, standing near a fellow she frankly didn’t recognize. Though, he was the other one that the woman shot fire at, wasn’t he? She had been about to ask his name when just as suddenly a ring of fire appeared around them.And then it got smaller.
She gasped, unsure what to do in her moment of panic. But really, there was only one choice wasn’t there? The man grabbed her hand and she nodded at his command, her fingers curling round his. With her other hand she grabbed up her skirts to keep the fabric high and taught before jumping up and over the hoop of fire. Safe on the other side, she looked around worriedly at others who had yet to get out from the ring of flames. ”Quick! Jump over it!” she called out to those nearest her, the command in her tone mimicking her midwife voice; calm and collected, but leaving no room for argument. They needed to move quickly!
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
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
