[God Quest] The Rice Dance

phoebe Can anybody find me somebody to love Phoebe blushed as Frey called her out on her self-destructive thoughts. But they were very right. She was her own worst critic. ”I’m sorry…I’m working on it…but I appreciate your concern.” she said. She was working on building her confidence and tearing herself down less and…it did feel good to know that Frey cared enough to worry and thought she had potential of some sort. It was a little self-esteem boost she would keep in her back pocket for when she needed it most. She looked at Emmett as he spoke, a grin curving her lips at his compliment. He had called her pretty before but not quite like that, not with such an insistent tone. And Frey seemed to think there was…something better than that about her? She couldn’t imagine what Frey meant by that – Emmett having not seen the Best of her…what was the best of her they meant – but she would take it for the compliment it was, feeling rather like she was floating on clouds now. She hadn’t felt so…happy, purely joyful, in a long time she thought. Frey’s whispering and Emmett’s words had her cheeks flaring red again. It was a sweet thought, though she did agree with Frey that there was bound to be some…awkward situations when Emmett finally wanted to be intimate again. She had heard many times from clients past about how things could go awry in the bedroom…or other rooms…and how certain furniture did or did not help or hinder this. ”He does follow direction well.” Phoebe quietly said to Frey, giving credit where credit was due, as she smiled affectionately at Emmett. It did seem a good combination of traits to indicate better things to come: the willingness to try and the ability to take direction. The young midwife turned to look at Frey as they once again addressed her more directly. She nodded, understanding exactly what they meant by what followed, but unsure as to how she could fix the less than enjoyable parts of carrying and birthing a child. Her head tilted slightly in confusion before Frey pressed their lips to her forehead – which was without a doubt the best forehead kiss she had ever received (oddly specific perhaps but an undeniable truth). She felt the braids in her hair release and fall around her shoulders, so she gently lifted a hand to feel what happened. Her lashes fluttered in surprise, feeling a full flower crown there. Quietly she listened to Frey as they described its purpose, eyes widening in awe. Of course, as they said, pain was an important indicator of many things, but there were many applications where even a brief respite from it, just a few moments of physical relaxation and pleasure could change a scary situation into something survivable. In the right hands, with the right knowledge, this crown could literally be life saving. "Oh my goodness..." she breathed in awe of the gift they had given. "Thank you so much! This is...I don't have the words!" she said, the sincerity of her gratefulness rendering her speechless.