Phoebe
The former Madame had indeed changed quite a bit since he had seen her last - most notably the length of her hair which now fell in golden waves past her waist. But she grinned as she sat, ankles crossing. "I suppose that's true." she giggled. "A bit hard to keep in touch when gods decide to whisk you away for seasons at a time with no notice." Phoebe sipped her drink, brown eyes widening and lips pursing. Well clearly Mother Molly's was not short of libations - though she hadn't quite expected that bite from what appeared to be wine and fruit.
"I didn't come with much fanfare." she said with a small smirk. In fact, she had done her best to keep a low profile, though she had a sneaking suspicion that the Order knew of her presence anyways. "Frey brings me here. Or their work rather. They need help with trying to prevent the catastrophic effects a war can bring." Her gaze cast down briefly, staring into her drink. They were both from Northaven and knew all to well the extremes that could result from desperation to preserve life. "And what about you? Gallantly saving the world in a burst of stars?"
"I didn't come with much fanfare." she said with a small smirk. In fact, she had done her best to keep a low profile, though she had a sneaking suspicion that the Order knew of her presence anyways. "Frey brings me here. Or their work rather. They need help with trying to prevent the catastrophic effects a war can bring." Her gaze cast down briefly, staring into her drink. They were both from Northaven and knew all to well the extremes that could result from desperation to preserve life. "And what about you? Gallantly saving the world in a burst of stars?"
i'll let you into my soul
but wipe your feet at the door
but wipe your feet at the door
