Phoebe
The Nightingale
"It would seem I have. Though I haven't caught your name yet?" she said. There had been an awful lot of chatter without any pleasantries. "Mine is Phoebe." she said, offering hers first as a sign of good will.
At the thought of wars being started over her, she couldn't help but laugh. "I'm afraid not. I go mostly unnoticed and overlooked." And forgotten, let's not forget that. The slight sting from Harper's rejection crept up briefly, but she was quick to stifle it and shove it away. Now was not the time.
But was she trouble? "Not usually." Phoebe admitted. She did and had done a great many things, but all under the intent of doing good. Not that each attempt had gone to plan, but the intent was there. "You were hoping for trouble, I presume?"
At the thought of wars being started over her, she couldn't help but laugh. "I'm afraid not. I go mostly unnoticed and overlooked." And forgotten, let's not forget that. The slight sting from Harper's rejection crept up briefly, but she was quick to stifle it and shove it away. Now was not the time.
But was she trouble? "Not usually." Phoebe admitted. She did and had done a great many things, but all under the intent of doing good. Not that each attempt had gone to plan, but the intent was there. "You were hoping for trouble, I presume?"
love is the flower you've got to let grow
