Phoebe
Phoebe nodded in agreement, a small smile on her lips. "It has, but the years are still few enough to be counted on one hand. But...I don't think I have ever done so many things in such a short amount of time before." she said with a light laugh. Two plagues, multiple LongNights filled with death, a collage, a brothel, three lovers, two lost children, one spite wedding - all she needed was a partridge in a pear tree!
She grinned, laughing lightly at the notion. "Perhaps not, but maybe it will help me discover how I will fight in ways you could never." she proposed...though mostly in jest. She was a healer to the bone - but it couldn't hurt to know a thing or two about a right hook.
The Nightingale couldn't help her laughter at the thought of Mateo only knowing curse words in the travelling tongue. "I am sure Hotaru wouldn't mind them learning a language that is part of their heritage. Twins have a tendency of making up their own languages anyways." One way or another they were likely to speak something other than the common tongue, even if it was of their own making.
Gently, Phoebe placed Enzo back in his little carrier, before standing and dusting snow off her heavy skirts. "I should probably head back though for now. Do you want help bringing the children back to your home before I do?" she asked with a smile. She would be seeing Remi again soon after all for their little trip into the Oerwoud! It was nice to have plans, she realized, rather than going for stretches, not knowing when she would see the Lullaby next.
She grinned, laughing lightly at the notion. "Perhaps not, but maybe it will help me discover how I will fight in ways you could never." she proposed...though mostly in jest. She was a healer to the bone - but it couldn't hurt to know a thing or two about a right hook.
The Nightingale couldn't help her laughter at the thought of Mateo only knowing curse words in the travelling tongue. "I am sure Hotaru wouldn't mind them learning a language that is part of their heritage. Twins have a tendency of making up their own languages anyways." One way or another they were likely to speak something other than the common tongue, even if it was of their own making.
Gently, Phoebe placed Enzo back in his little carrier, before standing and dusting snow off her heavy skirts. "I should probably head back though for now. Do you want help bringing the children back to your home before I do?" she asked with a smile. She would be seeing Remi again soon after all for their little trip into the Oerwoud! It was nice to have plans, she realized, rather than going for stretches, not knowing when she would see the Lullaby next.
not many knew her struggle
but eventually all knew her light
