"I suppose." she said with a sigh, also conceding the point. Frankly, neither of them knew enough about Dygra to make any judgement calls. It was all just guessing in the dark. She smirked at him as he confirmed he had considered her a cultist. "Oh yes, the cult of Frey is very strong indeed." she said in exaggeration with a laugh. Frey would likely balk at a cult made for them.
She too set aside enough chicken for Jude and the festival, then looked to Harper. "How do you think it is served?" she asked, unsure how the two dishes came together on a plate.
Phoebe considered his words and nodded. "It's a smart idea. I'll start planning something." she said with a smile. "Thank you for your help. Sometimes I wonder if I am really up to the task." she said. She was just a midwife after all. She knew nothing of military strategy or politics. She just knew she wanted to help the place that had become her safe haven flourish.
She too set aside enough chicken for Jude and the festival, then looked to Harper. "How do you think it is served?" she asked, unsure how the two dishes came together on a plate.
Phoebe considered his words and nodded. "It's a smart idea. I'll start planning something." she said with a smile. "Thank you for your help. Sometimes I wonder if I am really up to the task." she said. She was just a midwife after all. She knew nothing of military strategy or politics. She just knew she wanted to help the place that had become her safe haven flourish.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
