Nesting

"Oh!" Phoebe half-giggled and half-gasped, placing her free hand over her heart as it suddenly fluttered. Honeyed eyes blinked, brightly confused by the sudden wash of joy that had spread over her. "What...was that you?" she asked. She had known the news would likely bring Remi some joy, knowing the possibilities it would open for him personally, but had she just felt his happiness? "Oh, uhm..." she stammered, his question bringing her back to the purpose of this impromptu get together. "There are some things I need from various far-flung places I was hoping you could help me get." The Nightingale closed her eyes briefly, recalling Frey's instructions. "Soil from the Mourn with soil from mud from the Tar Pits. Water gathered from Frey's Breath and melted ice from the Sea of Glass. Fruit with pits or seeds gathered from the Oerwoud." Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself