Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
And as her melody she sang
That voice...Phoebe would remember that voice for as long as she lived, no matter how hard she tried to forget.
Though she was physically not terribly different than Jata likely remembered, he might notice the slight shift in her attitude - the look in her eye - that indicated just how different she had grown to be. Once warm honey eyes glanced at him slowly, withdrawn, walls up, wary as she finally laid eyes on him. Once expressive and easy to read, her face fell blank, lips drawn tight. The Midwife turned Madame had grown stronger in his absence, but she felt she had her reasons to keep an iron guard up. It had been a year, and though she was aware that Harper had spoken with Jata about her, had told him things about her, she knew next to nothing about his whereabouts.
"Yes, I did." she said softly, placing her pen back in her basket. "Did you have something to add or were you just making an observation?" she asked. Why was he striking up a conversation with her? A year of silence and now idle conversation as they happened to pass by? What was his game?
Though she was physically not terribly different than Jata likely remembered, he might notice the slight shift in her attitude - the look in her eye - that indicated just how different she had grown to be. Once warm honey eyes glanced at him slowly, withdrawn, walls up, wary as she finally laid eyes on him. Once expressive and easy to read, her face fell blank, lips drawn tight. The Midwife turned Madame had grown stronger in his absence, but she felt she had her reasons to keep an iron guard up. It had been a year, and though she was aware that Harper had spoken with Jata about her, had told him things about her, she knew next to nothing about his whereabouts.
"Yes, I did." she said softly, placing her pen back in her basket. "Did you have something to add or were you just making an observation?" she asked. Why was he striking up a conversation with her? A year of silence and now idle conversation as they happened to pass by? What was his game?
The apple into blossom burst
To life the grass and violets sprang
To life the grass and violets sprang
