Phoebe
Phoebe was one of the folks amongst the crowd tugging her coat closer to her frame, ever willowy and delicate as ever before. The cold and she had never mixed. And yet, despite the chill, she still opted for a skirt - albeit one if heavier fabrics - with tall boots and wool tights. Pants had their place, but she tried to limit those places, ever embroiled in her traditional upbringing. But none of these things were what made the Nightingale stand out amongst the crowd.
Instead it was the pink drangonling at her side, pouncing on memory snow foes that rebuilt themselves faster than he could slay them. The blonde grinned as she watched Pim and his antics, occassionally adding a new little memory snowman for him to fight.
Branbast on the otherhand curled around her neck like a living seer cat stole. Snow. Yick.
Instead it was the pink drangonling at her side, pouncing on memory snow foes that rebuilt themselves faster than he could slay them. The blonde grinned as she watched Pim and his antics, occassionally adding a new little memory snowman for him to fight.
Branbast on the otherhand curled around her neck like a living seer cat stole. Snow. Yick.
she's changed, you can see it in her eyes
