Phoebe | Φοιβη (crownedingold) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-10-08 00:04:00 |
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Current mood: | sick |
Current music: | Castle |
Entry tags: | medea, phoebe |
Who: Phoebe & Medea
What: Oh, my granddaughter likes you! Hi!
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Near a little strip of shops where Phoebe goes shopping
Phoebe had spent the better part of the day out in the city, looking in the doors of smaller shops, and buying things to make dinner later. She had a lot of time on her hands since she wasn't employed, and even though she didn't exactly mind, she still wanted to find something to fill her days with.
She'd just left a little health food store with a pound of cashews, when she felt something dance along her skin that made her lift her head curiously. Greek magic, but not her granddaughter. It was close, perhaps one touched by Hecate, but not one that she'd ever met. The rest of her shopping temporarily forgotten, she followed the trail a step at a time.