and still she bloomed
Phoebe watched in silence as the woman took her time standing and situating herself with the animal friends that had chosen to stay once more. It was...a bit off putting. She was accustomed to receiving a response right away when she spoke to someone - not because she was important but because generally that was how conversations and interactions seemed to work. But Mildew was clearly on her own timeline. "No, I suppose they aren't." she said in agreement.
But of course, finding that she had indeed been going much further north than she had wanted caused her shoulders to slump. Of course she had made a wrong turn somewhere. Adventuring clearly did not come naturally to her. "I need to collect some soil from there for a quest for Frey." she said with a soft sigh. And apparently she was no closer to getting it than she had been when she had started her journey that morning. The warning caused her worry as well, and the Nightingale glanced down at the pink dragon, who seemed not to care that his roar might disturb some spirits.
But of course, finding that she had indeed been going much further north than she had wanted caused her shoulders to slump. Of course she had made a wrong turn somewhere. Adventuring clearly did not come naturally to her. "I need to collect some soil from there for a quest for Frey." she said with a soft sigh. And apparently she was no closer to getting it than she had been when she had started her journey that morning. The warning caused her worry as well, and the Nightingale glanced down at the pink dragon, who seemed not to care that his roar might disturb some spirits.
Phoebe
in the way she was meant to
