Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
And as her melody she sang
Take a rainbow and make it larger.
That was what Phoebe was attempting to do. Was the concept abstract? Yes. Did it make sense? Not really. But she had to do it anyways. She had thought long on just how to accomplish this task. And as it turned out, some science was the answer she came upon.
She appeared in Vi's Eyes with a pop and swirl of rainbows, a basket in hand. From it she produced a series of glass prisms, each bigger than the next. Carefully she lined up the first with the sun until a small rainbow appeared on the ground. Then she took the next size up and lined it up with the light of the rainbow until another, slightly larger rainbow appeared on the ground. The Nightingale repeated these steps until at last the largest prism was in place, and a rainbow light the size of her hand appeared on the ground.
"There, Frey! I did it!" she said triumphantly.
That was what Phoebe was attempting to do. Was the concept abstract? Yes. Did it make sense? Not really. But she had to do it anyways. She had thought long on just how to accomplish this task. And as it turned out, some science was the answer she came upon.
She appeared in Vi's Eyes with a pop and swirl of rainbows, a basket in hand. From it she produced a series of glass prisms, each bigger than the next. Carefully she lined up the first with the sun until a small rainbow appeared on the ground. Then she took the next size up and lined it up with the light of the rainbow until another, slightly larger rainbow appeared on the ground. The Nightingale repeated these steps until at last the largest prism was in place, and a rainbow light the size of her hand appeared on the ground.
"There, Frey! I did it!" she said triumphantly.
The apple into blossom burst
To life the grass and violets sprang
To life the grass and violets sprang
