Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
”Family crest tapestries?” Phoebe guessed. She had never been inside the manor, but you’d be hard pressed to find someone in the Hollowed Grounds who couldn’t recognize the Launceleyn Family Crest after Zariah’s reign. The Dragon was of course, quite prominent within it. Her head tilted slightly at his comment though, considering him for a moment. ”True. But I have heard about you. And Remi loved you, so you I can’t imagine you’re actually a bad person. Whether you have made some poor choices though…” she shrugged a bit. Everyone made poor choices on occasion. She was pretty sure Frey had a list full of all of hers.
But she was quickly distracted by the sudden appearance of wolves, snarling and charging at her. Immediately she had flashbacks of her encounter with Melita in the Labyrinth, surrounded by a whole pack, fighting them off with sticks and stones. But this time she had no sticks or stones, and she was cornered in a ball by the window. She screamed in alarm, startling back and hitting her head on the wooden window pane. Pim jumped into action immediately, whirling around on the oncoming wolves, rainbow colored lightning shooting out at them from his jaw.
And then they were gone.
Lightning hit the stone walls of the Sanctuary, leaving two small cracked divots where they had struck; bits of stone crumbling down in chunks and dust to the ground. Pim looked around, bewildered and alarmed. That wasn’t how that was supposed to work. Where were the bodies of his enemies, vanquished by his small-ish, rainbow might? Phoebe blinked, the panicked look on her face melting into confusion, wincing and rubbing her head where she hit it. ”What did you do that for??” she huffed at Loren in irritation.
