PHOEBE
Phoebe scoffed at Melita's response. "You'll have to let me know how the venture goes." she said. If there was any business to be had in the Hollowed Grounds...well...that wouldn't hurt the Greatwood any. The Nightingale grinned back at her. "I trust your aim. Plus I can always heal myself." she said. Then came the smack of the staff against the rock, successfully cracking it. It didn't fully open though - and Phoebe wasn't going to let Melita have all the fun. So she took the cracked stone and slammed it against the ground. This force succeeded in opening in the rock, revealing glistening red rubies inside. She grinned and looked up at Melita. "Looks like we are in luck!" she said.
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?
