in a world where you can do anything: love
the honeysuckle princess
Phoebe set her basket to the side, hands moving to rest atop Pim's head. Distractedly she ran her fingers over his scales and horns. Melita liked the bow and staff. What would Phoebe like? How did she want to grow and what did she want to do? There were too many questions with too many answers she didn't have. She wasn't particularly strong, but she was quick and flexible. What did that amount to combat-wise? What avenue should she take? As the questions whirled in her mind she began to feel overwhelmed once more by her own inadequacy. She couldn't even answer a question about where to start, how on earth was she ever going to go stronger? Maybe she couldn't.
Her hands began to tremble slightly, feeling her mind begin to go down dark and winding paths she'd rather not take but didn't have the strength to fight. "I...I don't know." she finally managed, a mutter of defeat as she gazed at the grass.
PHOEBE
