The
Nightingale
Phoebe followed him to the bar, still glancing around as people shuffled about with their various tasks. Some eyes came her way, a new face amongst what was likely a tightly knit group. But she kept her head high. She was here on Frey's behest, and that was more than enough reason for her presence.
The Nightingale took a seat at the table, taking her wine with a quiet thanks. She glanced out the window briefly, admiring the scenery. It really was quite a pretty place. But she was here on pseudo-business so she peeled her eyes away to look at Sunjata. "Something in the air?" she repeated. What did that mean? She took a sip of her wine in consideration. What was Frey hiding from them?
"You made that promise rather easily. Why?" she asked, taking another sip of wine. "This is nice by the way. Where's it from?" she asked, gesturing to her glass.
The Nightingale took a seat at the table, taking her wine with a quiet thanks. She glanced out the window briefly, admiring the scenery. It really was quite a pretty place. But she was here on pseudo-business so she peeled her eyes away to look at Sunjata. "Something in the air?" she repeated. What did that mean? She took a sip of her wine in consideration. What was Frey hiding from them?
"You made that promise rather easily. Why?" she asked, taking another sip of wine. "This is nice by the way. Where's it from?" she asked, gesturing to her glass.
'cause I think everyone
deserves a chance to fly
deserves a chance to fly
