<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Wcsnbtq3b8p01.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Phoebe</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Artemis<br/><strong>Location::</strong>The garden of her home.<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Alone.<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>June 20th near dawn to early morning.<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Good.<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>The usual grey cargo pants, brown sleeveless tank top and hooded green hunting coat. She also has her leather belt with her twin hunting knives and quiver slung across her back and she's carrying her faithful recurve bow.<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>None.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Phoebe was awake before dawn as usual. She was a habitual early riser and had been out for her morning run before most of the village was even awake. Back from her run she stripped off and dived straight into the clear, untreated, unheated water of the pool in the back garden of her home. Skinny dipping was one of her particular passions and she could think of no better way to wash away the sweat and aches of her run than with a refreshing swim. Once she was done with her swim, she hauled herself out of the pool and allowed the morning sun to dry her before padding into the house to dress. She didn't have robes that were more ceremonial to her than her hooded hunting coat, daubed as it was with the blood of her kills and sacred declarations to the goddess. After that there were the companions to be fed and exercised. They might be gifts from a goddess, but they still needed to be fed and allowed to stretch their legs or wings. Only after that was it time for her own breakfast and by then most of the village was not only awake and stirring, but was done with their first meal of the day.<br/><br/>She had her usual continental breakfast of fresh bread, cold meats and cheese with some peppery herby salad and finished off with some fresh fruit. Breakfast was followed by an hour of prayer and contemplation in the garden in the shade of all the trees that filled it and surrounded the house so much that it could barely be seen from the road.<br/><br/>Phoebe took an hour or so over that and also let her breakfast go down, but once she was done then she retrieved her bow and arrows from the house and settled to her other form of devotion to her patron; an hour of archery practice on the various target set around the house and its grounds. With her personal training and duties to her patron completed Phoebe checked the kitchen and realized she needed to head into the village to restock the fridge.<br/><br/>She left her bow and arrows behind, but kept her knives at her waist, which was a odd combination with a canvas shopping bag.