09-18-2013, 10:56 AM
Fern shrinks herself down, becoming so small and so little, and there is a part of Phoebe that wants to reach out to her, to go to her, to wrap her in her arms and pet that greasy hair.
It shows on her face a little, in a look that is suddenly pained. But the Alpha of Desert Oracle holds her place, her figure tall and still as stone. She could have tried to find someone else, someone who had already questioned her, but why risk getting the runaround? She came to the source and this is the result.
"Who is?" she asks, mind working over Fern's words, and hoping she doesn't say the name she thinks she will.
It shows on her face a little, in a look that is suddenly pained. But the Alpha of Desert Oracle holds her place, her figure tall and still as stone. She could have tried to find someone else, someone who had already questioned her, but why risk getting the runaround? She came to the source and this is the result.
"Who is?" she asks, mind working over Fern's words, and hoping she doesn't say the name she thinks she will.