"So long as he is recruiting those friends to live here." she said with a laugh. Phoebe took a bite of the food too and brightened, cheeks turning a shade of pink as the slight heat hit her tongue. "Mmm! This is delicious! I'll need to copy the recipe!" she said once she swallowed. It was spicy and sweet at the same time, not a flavor combination she was used to but found she enjoyed.
"Well I wouldn't say it like that to their faces." she said with a grin. She knew better than to give all the credit to the gods, even if it was their magic that made things work in the end. Rarely did any of the gods just give things.
"What do you think the Greatwood could offer Torchline?" she asked. He was the closest thing to a leader in Torchline at the moment. "I don't think we would want anything too different from what the Fae built though. Just...more." She wasn't sure how to describe it. It was only a half baked idea in her head at the moment.
"Well I wouldn't say it like that to their faces." she said with a grin. She knew better than to give all the credit to the gods, even if it was their magic that made things work in the end. Rarely did any of the gods just give things.
"What do you think the Greatwood could offer Torchline?" she asked. He was the closest thing to a leader in Torchline at the moment. "I don't think we would want anything too different from what the Fae built though. Just...more." She wasn't sure how to describe it. It was only a half baked idea in her head at the moment.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
