Qeya River [b] love of mine

Now, in comparison to her siblings, Phoebe wasn’t born no saint.

Nah, not an angel, nor a demon, more..mundane than that. She was no great warrior, she wasn’t even like Sparrow. She showcased the attitude of a bodega cat if nothing else, secure in the knowledge that this was her roost, and she’d rule it with an iron fist.

She’d just gotten used to the new digs, slinging one foot up over the other on the windowsill, when everything got real fuckin tight. Which wasn’t quite right, she was paying rent for this damn place, so it shouldn’t be tight.

Then-

Fuck shit that’s cold! Her tiny mouth opened in a gaping scream, like a baby bird, though no sound would leave her outstretched jaws. She snapped gummily against the air, head wobbling back and forth until it dropped back against her shoulder blades, the picture of anger.

Fuck! Landlord! Landlord turn the goddamn heat back on! She shook her tiny fist.

This is an outrage!

Five minutes later, she was settled, warm, and fed.

Okay, maybe not so bad.