PHOEBE
Phoebe was home, doing what she usually did - which was keep the house. Dusting and mopping and cooking, she was a whirlwind of activity. Anything to keep her mind off her problems or missing her son who was away at his father and step-mother's home. But then there came a knocking, insistent no-less, on her door.
She didn't know what she expected, but she certainly hadn't expected to see the abandoned woman from the shrine on her stoop. The Nightingale blinked slowly as the woman spewed out questions. Well then. "Hello. Yes, I was the madame of the brothel the Halenani." she said slowly, unsure where this was going.
She didn't know what she expected, but she certainly hadn't expected to see the abandoned woman from the shrine on her stoop. The Nightingale blinked slowly as the woman spewed out questions. Well then. "Hello. Yes, I was the madame of the brothel the Halenani." she said slowly, unsure where this was going.
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
