Oh sing sweet Nightingale, sing sweet...
The cat made a tsking sort of noise as Phoebe fell to the floor, Saiden clearly missing the meaning of the warning. What a pity. Phoebe missed the entire conversation, having more or less fainted as she fell. The feeling of her head being propped up had her blinking her eyes. What had happened? Where was she? She squinted her eyes, trying to make out the blurry form above her. Dark hair. Tanned skin. Definitely male. "Frey?" she muttered in confusion. What was Frey doing here? Had she channeled them on accident? "You're not as pretty as usual, are you sick?" she mumbled. They usually were so perfect looking they were clearly not human. But this version was more rugged, more real.
And more importantly...
"And how come I'm not all hot and bothered?"
...high above me
The Nightingale
