It did happen quite often that Phoebe thought about people that she felt like, as if they gave her a purpose. Vivianna made her a friend. Ri gave her a purpose to travel. Victor gave her a reason to revenge, but she did not like to think about him. As she also felt the thoughts about Regis pop in her mind most often as her satchel bumped against her body and she felt the vial with the potion. She had promised she would heal him and well she was wondering how it would go now, she thought to give him the potion but they had lost each other again. [color:db15=cc99ff]"I think he is the only man at this point I don't hate." Phoebe muttered to herself and well of course to the Goddess. Whose mind immediately moved to Lucifer and agreed, it was better to start hating men, they did things wrong to her anyway, to them.
The two of them, one for the outside world, were also done with this festival. Because it was so busy, Phoebe her father worked a lot and had no time to talk to her mostly, didn't want to after telling their mother and his wife died and that she had a half brother. Apart from that, it made him too busy with the shop and stall that he had no time to really meet Silver. He had been very polite him the first time but now sort of avoided him. Phoebe wondered what her father really thought.
She sighed softly as she made her way out of the busy town centre, away from the festival and towards the edge of the forest where not many people would be. Where she could simply sit and enjoy what Persephone called the gold of the nature; the sounds that nature made. The birds, the crickets and just the rusteling of the leaves. No voices, no magic, nothing else. She would sit there on the soft mossy ground with her back against a high pine tree and wait for nothing or something to happen that would break her out of this peaceful moment.