Phoebe stared at him, almost dumbfounded. Visit Mathair? Why hadn't she thought of that? It started as a quiet snicker but built to a full laugh as she leaned against the counter. "Well I feel a little stupid for not thinking of that." she said, still chuckling a bit. The Fae had always sought her council, so why not her?
"I suppose I should get her blessing if I am going to rule here too." she said. She would have sought Frey's too but she knew they cared little for human politics. But it was growing late and she sjghed. "And I suppose you have a Skyboat to catch." she said a bit sadly.
"I suppose I should get her blessing if I am going to rule here too." she said. She would have sought Frey's too but she knew they cared little for human politics. But it was growing late and she sjghed. "And I suppose you have a Skyboat to catch." she said a bit sadly.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
