and there she was, living, despite it all
Phoebe had done her best to not interfere with the running of the brothel. It belonged to Maeve now. She was merely a regular visitor as she organized her things in preparation for leaving once the monsoons were over. Moving to Stormbreak, even for a short while, made her nervous. She had no interest in joining the Order, knowing her autonomy was necessary to truly do Frey's work. But she still wasn't sure it would be possible. Cian did not seem the sort to take no for an answer, and he certainly could out maneuver her politically. Power aside, he simply had more experience. She was vastly out of her league.
Clearly these were all factors Frey had not taken interest in considering when choosing her as their mortal emissary.
But as she worried over things that may or may not happen, if typical Phoebe fashion, and set about moving her things to a more suitable storage area, she noticed a man sprawled on one of the couches. Based on his attire and the time of day, she felt it safe to assume he was one of the employees. Though not one she recognized. Someone new then? More importantly, having spent many months tending to the various prostitutes, she could spot someone feeling unwell after long rowdy nights from a mile away.
So the Nightingale set her box of things down before quietly approaching him. "Hello there. Are you feeling alright? I've some medicine if not." she said softly, a warm smile.
Clearly these were all factors Frey had not taken interest in considering when choosing her as their mortal emissary.
But as she worried over things that may or may not happen, if typical Phoebe fashion, and set about moving her things to a more suitable storage area, she noticed a man sprawled on one of the couches. Based on his attire and the time of day, she felt it safe to assume he was one of the employees. Though not one she recognized. Someone new then? More importantly, having spent many months tending to the various prostitutes, she could spot someone feeling unwell after long rowdy nights from a mile away.
So the Nightingale set her box of things down before quietly approaching him. "Hello there. Are you feeling alright? I've some medicine if not." she said softly, a warm smile.
Phoebe
