Phoebe
The Nightingale
"I was." she admitted easily. Why lie? She had seen his tracks and gone looking to meet him. She'd let her curiosity lead the way. Now here she was, unsure what kind of snack he considered her to be. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back...right?
His comment made her blush briefly. "No, I don't" she said. In fact she had zero callers. Nada. Zilch. She then glanced down at the rainbows swirling around her feet. "It's from Frey." she said. "So I suppose it is different from other magics." That he could tell there was something different about her magic just from the look of it made her realize he was likely far more familiar with it than she would have thought. Did Ancients have magic? Why not ask?
"Do you have magic?"
His comment made her blush briefly. "No, I don't" she said. In fact she had zero callers. Nada. Zilch. She then glanced down at the rainbows swirling around her feet. "It's from Frey." she said. "So I suppose it is different from other magics." That he could tell there was something different about her magic just from the look of it made her realize he was likely far more familiar with it than she would have thought. Did Ancients have magic? Why not ask?
"Do you have magic?"
love is the flower you've got to let grow
