The
Nightingale
Phoebe shifted in her seat. Frey acting so uncharacteristically had her on edge. It just didn't sit right with her. "Maybe we should ask? The more we know the better we can help them." she suggested. Perhaps if they both went together, Frey would reward them for their combined effort with answers.
Or they'd laugh in their faces. Both were equally plausible.
"If we are really starting over, are you going to teach me to swim again?" she said with a light laugh. Sipping her wine she considered his question. "Well, I've been trying to fix up the Greatwood, so I've been busy." The wood had been hit hard by the war after all. "And my son aged up again. Now he is 18 so traversing teenagedom has proven...interesting." she said with a grin. "And what about you? You seem to be busy yourself." she said.
Or they'd laugh in their faces. Both were equally plausible.
"If we are really starting over, are you going to teach me to swim again?" she said with a light laugh. Sipping her wine she considered his question. "Well, I've been trying to fix up the Greatwood, so I've been busy." The wood had been hit hard by the war after all. "And my son aged up again. Now he is 18 so traversing teenagedom has proven...interesting." she said with a grin. "And what about you? You seem to be busy yourself." she said.
'cause I think everyone
deserves a chance to fly
deserves a chance to fly
