PHOEBE
Phoebe looked perplexed by Melita's response. Not that she didn't understand what she had said, but there lacked a logic to some of it. "Is there even business to be had there?" she said. From what she had heard the whole place had essentially burned down. She didn't even know if people still called the place home! He'd be better off coming to the Greatwood which at least had things to trade."Sounds like a plan!" Phoebe said. She picked up a larger one of the rounded stones and placed it before Melita, kneeling on the ground as she held either end of it. The Nightingale was putting a lot of faith in her - specifically her aim. The last thing she wanted was a bump on the head. As far as their theory of the Voice and the Ancients though, she could simply shrug. It was an answer they would likely never get.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
