Phoebe
The Nightingale
Well she hadn't been expecting the kiss on her hand, that's for certain. Apparently Danta was the cassanova sort. She had met plenty at her time working at the brothel. "So far I've nothing to complain about." she said with a smile, hand returning to her side. Maybe he wasn't so predatorial as she thought, just flirty. And there was nothing wrong with that.
His words have her remembering Frey's magic, and she can't help but laugh a little. Silly Phoebe. "I suppose Frey's magic does help a bit. But only call me ravishing if you want to." she said with a playful grin.
She tilts her head in consideration. "I suppose if you meet more demigods or those blessed by Frey you might. " she said with a light shrug. "But you are right, the wood is plentiful with deer and few on people like me." Only one other demigod resided in the Greatwood and she spent her time spooping about.
His words have her remembering Frey's magic, and she can't help but laugh a little. Silly Phoebe. "I suppose Frey's magic does help a bit. But only call me ravishing if you want to." she said with a playful grin.
She tilts her head in consideration. "I suppose if you meet more demigods or those blessed by Frey you might. " she said with a light shrug. "But you are right, the wood is plentiful with deer and few on people like me." Only one other demigod resided in the Greatwood and she spent her time spooping about.
love is the flower you've got to let grow
