Phoebe leaned back in her chair, listening to Harper in silence. He had sound advice and reasoning behind it. It just had to be put into action...and for that the Greatwood needed to be organized under a leader again. And as the days passed, it seemed more and more likely that it would be her. No one else seemed interested or had put in as much effort into building the place up as she had.
"You've given me a lot to consider." she said with a grin. Too much almost. She wasn't as used to this leadership thing as he was. But she stood, her plate now empty, and took it to the sink. "I just hope I am cut out for it. The Greatwood needs someone competent." she said and smiled at him. "Like you." she said jokingly. She knew he was interested in the leadership of Torchline.
"You've given me a lot to consider." she said with a grin. Too much almost. She wasn't as used to this leadership thing as he was. But she stood, her plate now empty, and took it to the sink. "I just hope I am cut out for it. The Greatwood needs someone competent." she said and smiled at him. "Like you." she said jokingly. She knew he was interested in the leadership of Torchline.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
