"Maybe I'll put him in charge of recruiting citizens then." she joked, knowing her son would likely rather do anything else. Perhaps someday he would learn that his charm was an asset and not a curse.
"I think I've heard of that algae actually. I'm sure it can't be terrible difficult to cultivate." she said. What with all the water that now filled the Greatwood. You could throw a rock and likely hit a place that such algae could grow. But as for gold? Phoebe raised a brow. "I'm not sure there is gold in the Greatwood." she said, giving him a look that said tell me what you know that I don't. If such a resource was actually plentiful in the Greatwood, it would serve as a serious boon to the region.
"I think I've heard of that algae actually. I'm sure it can't be terrible difficult to cultivate." she said. What with all the water that now filled the Greatwood. You could throw a rock and likely hit a place that such algae could grow. But as for gold? Phoebe raised a brow. "I'm not sure there is gold in the Greatwood." she said, giving him a look that said tell me what you know that I don't. If such a resource was actually plentiful in the Greatwood, it would serve as a serious boon to the region.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
