The
Nightingale
Phoebe nodded slowly as he rambled. There was a lot to take in, and he hadn't had the benefit of a slow wake up like she had. Vi had just plopped him into the world, a man reborn, without any pomp or circumstance but a weight great enough to break backs upon his shoulders. "There is a lot to take in and consider. Don't pressure yourself to figure it all out at once." she said with a small smile. He needed the time to just take it all in rather than focusing on all of the things that needed doing. "I am sure you will figure it out. You know, in the Greatwood, there is a demigoddess of Mort called Delphia. Maybe she can help you figure out what you're meant to do, being the demigod of one of the big three after all." she offered, a little counsel just to get him focusing on one rather than many things.
Then she reached into the pockets of her skirts. "By the way, I got this for you after we last met. You seemed like you could use a little pick-me-up." she said with a smile, holding out a small wrapped box to him. Inside he would find a pendent on a chain - a compass specifically with the pointer calibrated to point towards Halo. "You might not be able to be back home all the time, but this will let you have a piece of it with out all the time in a way."
Then she reached into the pockets of her skirts. "By the way, I got this for you after we last met. You seemed like you could use a little pick-me-up." she said with a smile, holding out a small wrapped box to him. Inside he would find a pendent on a chain - a compass specifically with the pointer calibrated to point towards Halo. "You might not be able to be back home all the time, but this will let you have a piece of it with out all the time in a way."
little birds sing even after a storm
