Oh sing sweet Nightingale, sing sweet...
Phoebe smiled warmly under the praise, feeling light and airy as though she might float away with happiness. But alas, she was firmly rooted to the ground.Her head tilted, hair falling in golden waves over her shoulder. She supposed he had chosen that place for his sanctuary, hadn't he? "Food and water are needed too." she said with a light laugh. Perhaps Frey could survive on sex and sanctuary alone, but humans were far more fragile and needy. But the notion of staying in closer touch with Sunjata made her feel...conflicted. Sure they had enjoyed their time together in the Sanctuary, but that had almost been like an entirely different world. Out here...could bygones really be bygones?
"What sorts of things did you have in mind?" she asked, feeling as though her god was leading her down a particular path.
...high above me
The Nightingale
