Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
And as her melody she sang
Well at least she hadn't missed something! She smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Phoebe Steadman, Demigoddess of Frey, Stormbreak." she said with a light laugh and a shrug. Enough people knew her by now that she wasn't difficult to find. Moreover she wouldn't be surprised if the Order knew she had arrived already and checked the mail anyways so might as well take advantage of it.
Her head shook as they started off, her own arm wrapping around his waist. "There is a tavern at the road entrance. They make a lovely pot pie." she said, fingers pressing gently against his side to guide the way. Phoebe's eyes kept returning to the stick he held though. His gait seemed normal but..."You didn't get hurt did you? Why've you a walking stick?"
Her head shook as they started off, her own arm wrapping around his waist. "There is a tavern at the road entrance. They make a lovely pot pie." she said, fingers pressing gently against his side to guide the way. Phoebe's eyes kept returning to the stick he held though. His gait seemed normal but..."You didn't get hurt did you? Why've you a walking stick?"
The apple into blossom burst
To life the grass and violets sprang
To life the grass and violets sprang
