PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
It was strange, standing in front of the Halenani, knowing it was no longer hers. It was much the same as she had left it - though it was clear that the gardens had been allowed to grow as they willed, rather than being tamed by human hands. They were still beautiful though, a perk of living in a tropical environment. Still barefoot and in the short, low cut, silk dress Frey had made her, the Nightingale ascended the front steps that led to the brothel's wrap around porch. Once, it was her favorite place to be, enjoying the sea breeze on the hottest of days, relaxing in her own corner of paradise dedicated to her dearest friend. Now it felt foreign, as though she were trespassing on her own property.
But that was the issue, wasn't it? It wasn't really her property anymore, was it?
With a steadying sigh, the midwife walked in through the double doors of the Halenani, Pim and Branbast trotting along at her side. At first glance it appeared much the same as she remembered it. Pristine white, quiet but welcoming. Truly, Frey had done fine work in developing this place. Then her honeyed gaze focused on the front desk, wondering if Maeve or whoever she had stationed at the front would recognize her after all this time - or if she would even be welcomed in this haven she had created and once operated.
But that was the issue, wasn't it? It wasn't really her property anymore, was it?
With a steadying sigh, the midwife walked in through the double doors of the Halenani, Pim and Branbast trotting along at her side. At first glance it appeared much the same as she remembered it. Pristine white, quiet but welcoming. Truly, Frey had done fine work in developing this place. Then her honeyed gaze focused on the front desk, wondering if Maeve or whoever she had stationed at the front would recognize her after all this time - or if she would even be welcomed in this haven she had created and once operated.
