Oh sing sweet Nightingale, sing sweet...
Phoebe tilted her head, watching the caterpillar curiously. What a strange and wonderful little thing! She was tempted to reach out and touch the fuzzy thing but thought better of it. Who knew what kind of strange properties it possessed? Better to keep her hands to herself.But then she heard Frey's voice in her head and she brightened. "Well this is certainly a new form for you. At least new to me." she said, gazing loving at the caterpillar Frey as they inched through the grass, flowers sprouting in their wake. She knelt down to be closer to them. "I had lots of fun, yes. Especially playing tag." she said with a grin. It had been a rather fun quest all things considered.
...high above me
The Nightingale
