PHOEBE
He was a little on edge it seemed, and she supposed it made sense. Moving was stressful and some random woman just approached him. Maybe she should have thought this through a little more. She shook his hand and smiled. "Phoebe. But you may know me as the Nightingale." she said, listing her honorary title. She knew that was more well known than her own name after all.
She glanced between him, the wagon, and the cottage. "I see you have some help already, but would you like some help unpacking?" she said. "I know moving can be overwhelming, especially when you're on your own." she said, also making note that he was by himself. "What brings you to the Greatwood?" she asked politely. Did he know someone here? Or, more likely, was he running from something?
She glanced between him, the wagon, and the cottage. "I see you have some help already, but would you like some help unpacking?" she said. "I know moving can be overwhelming, especially when you're on your own." she said, also making note that he was by himself. "What brings you to the Greatwood?" she asked politely. Did he know someone here? Or, more likely, was he running from something?
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
