The
Nightingale
She was glad he didn't seem shaky as he stood, instead he seemed very much in control of his frame as he did so. Strange, considering he had appeared out of nowhere. One would think he would be unsteady. However, based on his expression, it seemed that his mind was perhaps the place where instability lay. Tilting her head as he spoke, Phoebe couldn't help but smile a bit.
"Sound crazy?" she said, laughing lightly. "Frey took me and placed me in a cocoon where for two seasons I was just goop before reforming as their demigoddess. I think I can handle whatever your crazy is." she said with a grin, trying to use some humor to pull him from whatever confused reverie he was caught in.
"Sound crazy?" she said, laughing lightly. "Frey took me and placed me in a cocoon where for two seasons I was just goop before reforming as their demigoddess. I think I can handle whatever your crazy is." she said with a grin, trying to use some humor to pull him from whatever confused reverie he was caught in.
little birds sing even after a storm
