Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
And as her melody she sang
His speed surprised her, catching her still on the steps. But she happily buried her face in his chest, hugging him tight. Her face tilted up as words of concern and relief tumbled from his lips, brows furrowing. "You were doing important work for Safrin. I didn't want to bother you. Did I miss a message from you?" she asked, concerned she had somehow encouraged his own trepidation with a lack of responsiveness.
The midwife glanced back at the door briefly before shaking her head. "No, I was just leaving. Lets go somewhere to talk." she said with a small smile.
The midwife glanced back at the door briefly before shaking her head. "No, I was just leaving. Lets go somewhere to talk." she said with a small smile.
The apple into blossom burst
To life the grass and violets sprang
To life the grass and violets sprang
