Phoebe
The Nightingale
Phoebe's eyes widened as he displayed his wrist. Maybe visiting Dygra was something she should consult Frey about too. It seemed there might be far more on the line than she was willing to give. "I'll keep that in mind." she said with a small smile, not wishing to offend him.
"I suppose that's true." she said with a slight shrug. It was always awkward asking butchers for blood to feed her limb plant.
Torchline, hm? "Torchline is good for warmth, even in Deepfrost." she agreed with a smile. "I heard if an Ancient gets too cold they stop being able to move. Is that true?" she asked him curiously. Maybe it was more nuanced than that, but rumors very rarely conveyed such things.
"I suppose that's true." she said with a slight shrug. It was always awkward asking butchers for blood to feed her limb plant.
Torchline, hm? "Torchline is good for warmth, even in Deepfrost." she agreed with a smile. "I heard if an Ancient gets too cold they stop being able to move. Is that true?" she asked him curiously. Maybe it was more nuanced than that, but rumors very rarely conveyed such things.
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