Oh sing sweet Nightingale, sing sweet...
Phoebe had taken her time since Frey had returned her to Torchline to visit a shrine. They had set her on a course, but after thinking it over and searching for inspiration on what path to take, she felt at a loss. She knew the war would yield catastrophic losses, not just for her fellow humans but all of Caido's living creatures. How was she supposed to ensure enough survived to repopulate the world when the fighting ended? It was a difficult task, having come from a world that struggled with the same conundrum. And she knew she would not come to an answer on her own."Frey, I need your guidance to find a solution to the problem Caido faces, if you would grant me your time?" she said as she laid peaches at the feet of the statue of Rae, hoping their herald would appear.
...high above me
The Nightingale
