Phoebe
The Nightingale
A wicked grin curved her lips as Phoebe glanced back at him. "Perhaps that is the point." she said with a light laugh. Fill him up with stew so he couldn't get back to Torchline and would be forced to stay with her. What a shame. Of course she hadn't planned anything nearly so devious but she could pretend for the sake of a joke.
Phoebe listened quietly as he spoke, getting the bread baking before getting the stew going on the stove. The smells of searing meat and spices began to fill the air, soon followed by an array of vegetables as she chopped them up and tossed them into the pot. His arms wrapped around her waist and she sighed contentedly, picking up potatoes to peel and chop.
But then a wriggling thought came into the back of her mind, and she considered being quiet about it until she realized it was best to get it out. "Harper..." she said gently. "You do know that sometimes Safrin uses her male followers to create demigods, right? She has done so with both Ronin and Sunjata." she said, tilting her head to the side to look at him. But despite the topic, her expression remained soft and happy, a small smile on her lips. "I just...well if she asks it of you, I want you to know I wouldn't be angry. I would love such a child as much as my own."
Phoebe listened quietly as he spoke, getting the bread baking before getting the stew going on the stove. The smells of searing meat and spices began to fill the air, soon followed by an array of vegetables as she chopped them up and tossed them into the pot. His arms wrapped around her waist and she sighed contentedly, picking up potatoes to peel and chop.
But then a wriggling thought came into the back of her mind, and she considered being quiet about it until she realized it was best to get it out. "Harper..." she said gently. "You do know that sometimes Safrin uses her male followers to create demigods, right? She has done so with both Ronin and Sunjata." she said, tilting her head to the side to look at him. But despite the topic, her expression remained soft and happy, a small smile on her lips. "I just...well if she asks it of you, I want you to know I wouldn't be angry. I would love such a child as much as my own."
love is the flower you've got to let grow
