Phoebe
"The Ark? Ah yes, a friend of mine is part of that crew. Melita is her name. I hear you're headed to the Hollowed Grounds soon." she said, realization suddenly dawning over her features as she took the glass of whiskey. Was she now double fisting? Yep. Did she care? Nope. "Oh you must be the Jack she has mentioned. My apologies." she said with a grin, putting all the connections together.
Then she downed her second drink so she could focus on the whiskey.
The Nightingale watched Flora flit away again, shaking her head with a smile. "I see. I was away being demigoddessed by Frey then. Seems we just missed eachother." she said sipping the whiskey. She had never had sore feelings about Maeve running the brothel. Her connection with Harper though? There was a different story. "So how do you know Flora?" she asked.
Then she downed her second drink so she could focus on the whiskey.
The Nightingale watched Flora flit away again, shaking her head with a smile. "I see. I was away being demigoddessed by Frey then. Seems we just missed eachother." she said sipping the whiskey. She had never had sore feelings about Maeve running the brothel. Her connection with Harper though? There was a different story. "So how do you know Flora?" she asked.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
