PHOEBE
Pim grumbled and whined, opening and closing his jaws and shaking his head, mimicking what humans looked like when they made all the various noises they used to communicate. They were such complicated creatures. But the dragonling moved so the larger predator-man could get Phoebe up. The midwife was growling under her breath, angry but not acting out at this point. Her limbs trembled and her breath came short. Between fighting with Jata and now Remi, she was exhausted, too exhausted to continue even.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
