PHOEBE
Phoebe found living in the Greatwood tranquil and soothing. Nature made up everything and the hustle and bustle of the larger cities didn't pervade the Village. But it wasn't nearly so remote as where Jata lived, so perhaps he found the woods to be a bit busier than she did. "I've found since becoming the Gaurdian that the woods don't do that to me anymore." she remarked, hands clasped behind her back.
She had traded in her usual dresses for a tunic and leggings, boots crunching the snow beneath them as they walked. The Nightingale's head tilted up at him as he spoke again, brows briefly furrowing in confusion. "I think I just told you about them. We never made any." she said, a hint of teasing in her voice. "We could now though, and use them as practice dummies?" she offered.
She had traded in her usual dresses for a tunic and leggings, boots crunching the snow beneath them as they walked. The Nightingale's head tilted up at him as he spoke again, brows briefly furrowing in confusion. "I think I just told you about them. We never made any." she said, a hint of teasing in her voice. "We could now though, and use them as practice dummies?" she offered.
Honeybee, your soul is golden
