Phoebe was out in the vineyard when she heard a distressed cry from the woods at the end of the landline. She swiftly dropped everything and leaped into action, grabbing a rake in the process. She knew not what dangers she would face, but if nothing else, she would be ready to fight if need be. 

As she approached the edge of the wood, and noticed a tall, lean young man groaning and pulling himself to his feet. He shook the leaves from his scraggly blonde hair and oriented himself. He placed his leg in front of him and pushed up from the lunging position. 

"What's all this!? What's going now!?" She cried 

Her pace slows as Phoster walks toward her, holding his left shoulder. Her distressed and angry footsteps crunch violently onto the terrain beneath her. 

What. Happened!? Where's your brothers?" She demanded

"Its Fine mom. They're at the lake. I was just making my way back and-" He winced as he rubbed his shoulder and tried to rotate his arm for comfort. "Was just a fall, I'm fine."

Phoster didn't like to be coddled, he figured a bump or a bruise wasn't worthy of kisses and hugs, best to save that affection for more dire situations. Relieved she looks him over brushing the debris from the forest floor from his dress. 

"You ought be more careful, you scared me! I could hear your screamin' from the yard!" Phoebe grumbled. She was still troubled but Phoster insisted he was fine. Matter of fact Phoster understood his mothers concern, but disapproved her reaction, and had a motivation to let her know.

"Yeah? well, you shouldn't be runnin. You know you're to far along to-"

Without hesitation Phoebe speaks over him "You tell your father, did you?"

". . . Lying. My favorite." He groaned

"You're not lying, you just, you found out on accident." She grabs his hand and looks him square in his eyes. 

Wow. He was actually taller than she was now. Had that much time truly gone by? Her sons were becoming men. His face was clearly distressed and worried, as Phaedon's birth was traumatic. Phoster only had one mother, and he loved her dearly.

 "I'm not asking you to lie, All I'm asking is that you to please not tell your father until I'm ready." Phoebe squeezed her sons hand and with all the might she could muster she added

"I promise, this one wont be as bad. I'm already past the 4 month mark and I'm still barley showing, it'll be over soon. I'll be fine I swear it."

"Alright mom, I trust you but, that don't make me any less scared for you." 

As the two made their way back to the house Phoster notices a white figure bobbing up and down on out on the road. The bobbing turns into a spin, and a giggle echoes across the field.

 "Do you know that little girl?"

"What little girl?" 

Phiona stepped her foot up onto the wooden fence and leaned over the top beam, she had never actually touched the earth, and now she was walking on its surface. Her small stature almost completely outlined by her full, stark white hair.  Looking around out of curiosity and humming a little tune. The true highlight of her silhouette where her two towering ears. They seemed to be rotating about like little satellite dishes looking for signals. No way those were real, right?

As the mother and son get closer to the young girl, her facial features become more and more prominent. Her face seemed... familiar but not quite. Her deep yellow eyes captivated from several feet away. Phoebe wasn't sure what to make of this visitor, but based on her odd behavior the child was clearly lost and bored.

"Minus the ears, she looks a little like dad- Ah!" He winced then, through his grit teeth he muttered. "I'm gonna go tend my wounds. Once I'm done, I'll come lend you a hand with supper."

Phoster sort of sulked away, the fall from the trek back had done a bit more than just knocking the wind out of him. He felt that he had no further business sticking around and left his mothers side to tend himself. Phoebe sends off her son with a worried goodbye then turns her attention to the little girl in white, playing on her fence. She approached with a cautious but open-minded hospitality.

"'Scuse me little miss, are you lost?"

"No ma'am" She responds.

Phoebe is stunned. Her speech is fluent and polite.

"Where are your parents?" Phoebe asked

"In the sky." She smiled. pointing her finger upward while she kneels down to touch the grass. "They live in the clouds. My brother lives up there too."

"Oh, that's terrible sweetie, you must be so lonely." 

Phoebe didn't smell any fires recently, or hear of any wars or battles, she notices the little girls feet are generously dirty, like she had walked through mud and it had dried to her skin, but the bottom of her dress was pristine. Spotless. Stark white, just like her hair. She didn't want to bring up any harmful memories to the child, thinking she was putting on a smiling face just to mask her pain. 

"I'm so sorry they left you down here. Do you have a name?"

"Its Phiona." She sings delightedly. She puts her fingers in the dirt and begins to spell her name with rocks .

"My Name is Phiii- Ohhhh- Naaaa, But its spelled with a P, and the I makes the 'E' sound!"

"Oh! Okay, well its nice to meet you Phiona, you have a very pretty name."

"Its nice to meet you, I like your name too, Phoebe!" Phiona slowly flips her body over the fence and lands on her feet on the other side. "Phoee-Beeeee! a Phi like me, and bees collect honey!" Phionas giggle turns into a full on laugh, but Phoebe isn't laughing, because Phoebe hasn't said her name.

"How did you know my name?" Phoebe asked both concerned and confused.

"Phillip." she said his name as she perfectly times her cartwheel. "Phillip told me allll~ of your names."