PHOEBE
Phoebe touched her lips, feeling the vibration which made a small laugh escape them as it tickled in a way. Frey's magic never ceased to amaze her.As Frey shifted she knelt on the ground before them, the snow not seeming to effect her from the warmth Frey imparted. Quietly she listened, taking in their words, wise as always. But in terms of becoming stronger...her eyes cast down. She was mostly a healer. Strength was not her greatest...well...strength. But Frey would not want her sulking. She sighed and straightened.
The Nightingale looked up at Frey once more. "How would you bid we prepare and become stronger?" she asked.
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
