The
Nightingale
Phoebe smiled when Frey appeared, happy to see them as always. "It is part and parcel with the new job." she said, knowing Frey would already know she had taken up the mantle of leadership in the area. They knew everything that happened it seemed.
She took a few steps closer as she was beckoned, grateful for the warmth her god provided. "Candles for light at night pose a threat to the Greatwood and frankly do not do much to provide light without many around." she said, starting with the problem and reasoning. "I was wondering if there was some way we could create better light sources for the streets and homes that could be turned on and off. I know some plants give off light, but something even brighter." she said, making the request.
She took a few steps closer as she was beckoned, grateful for the warmth her god provided. "Candles for light at night pose a threat to the Greatwood and frankly do not do much to provide light without many around." she said, starting with the problem and reasoning. "I was wondering if there was some way we could create better light sources for the streets and homes that could be turned on and off. I know some plants give off light, but something even brighter." she said, making the request.
little birds sing even after a storm
