Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
And as her melody she sang
"Oh, you'll see."
A smile curved her lips. What other answer should she have expected from her dear friend? They rarely gave answers outright, and when they did it usually was due to impatience, ignorance, or genuine interest in teaching. The first two being far more common than the third of course. The sudden rip of her dress and rise in her hem was a surprise...and yet she found herself not minding. It was strange. Many of these things would have made her nervous or uncomfortable before and yet now she didn't mind. Perhaps it was this new state of inner calm and confidence that Frey meant when they said she had evolved?
But her mind refocused as their nature aspect spoke up. The Nightingale frowned slightly, arms wrapping around her waist. War. She had been born into a war torn world, and it seemed her fate was ever to reside in one. And indeed, she knew all too well that the powers to take up arms were far from the only casualties. Lands would burn, creatures with perish, even the air and water could run thick with the remnants of a battle, tainting it and poisoning any poor bystander who dared breathe or drink. But still, a few pieces of the puzzle had yet to fall into place for the midwife. Her brows furrowed in confusion briefly. "But what would you have me do? I am not like Remi or Ronin or Amalia." she said. They were demigods. They could perform incredibly feats beyond mortal capabilities. But her? She was but a midwife turned madame who did what little she could as an average person to aid her divine friend.
A smile curved her lips. What other answer should she have expected from her dear friend? They rarely gave answers outright, and when they did it usually was due to impatience, ignorance, or genuine interest in teaching. The first two being far more common than the third of course. The sudden rip of her dress and rise in her hem was a surprise...and yet she found herself not minding. It was strange. Many of these things would have made her nervous or uncomfortable before and yet now she didn't mind. Perhaps it was this new state of inner calm and confidence that Frey meant when they said she had evolved?
But her mind refocused as their nature aspect spoke up. The Nightingale frowned slightly, arms wrapping around her waist. War. She had been born into a war torn world, and it seemed her fate was ever to reside in one. And indeed, she knew all too well that the powers to take up arms were far from the only casualties. Lands would burn, creatures with perish, even the air and water could run thick with the remnants of a battle, tainting it and poisoning any poor bystander who dared breathe or drink. But still, a few pieces of the puzzle had yet to fall into place for the midwife. Her brows furrowed in confusion briefly. "But what would you have me do? I am not like Remi or Ronin or Amalia." she said. They were demigods. They could perform incredibly feats beyond mortal capabilities. But her? She was but a midwife turned madame who did what little she could as an average person to aid her divine friend.
The apple into blossom burst
To life the grass and violets sprang
To life the grass and violets sprang
