KILLIAN
Phoebe replied humbly, with that soft and easy going smile of hers. Her world didn't have deities, something she might've mentioned before, but upon thinking more into it he decided he wanted to know more about where Phoebe was from. She was a Northavener, that much he knew, and he'd heard plenty about them. Some weren't fond of them, some indifferent. Killian had missed all the conflict so he had no stance on the matter, and even if he had been around for it, he wasn't one to easily follow or condemn."What was your world like? If you don't mind talking about it," he asked, then followed her gaze to the flowers nearby. They were pretty, delicate, splashes of color against the lush green of the glade. Killian had no idea of the danger that some of them posed, and he cared not. He was happy to admire, blissfully unaware.
baby baby don’t be so shy
rock children hold your heads up high
rock children hold your heads up high
