The
Nightingale
In some ways it reminded her of the Halenani, in others it was its exact opposite. Where the Halenani had been light and airy, the House of Midnight was dark and mysterious. It piqued her curiosity, which was likely intentional. However both establishments were inviting. So she stepped forward, feeling a bit out of place in the darkness, given her pale pink dress.
But as much as Sunjata and her were similar, they were opposites in many ways. She shouldn't have been so surprised.
The Nightingale looked up and spied the Flood when he greeted her. "Hello." she said in greeting, trying to hide her own nervousness. Their last encounter had been lovely, but Jata could be so unpredictable. "A glass of wine would be lovely. White please." she said.
Once she had a drink in her hand, she tilted her head at him. "So Frey spoke to you too?" she said.
But as much as Sunjata and her were similar, they were opposites in many ways. She shouldn't have been so surprised.
The Nightingale looked up and spied the Flood when he greeted her. "Hello." she said in greeting, trying to hide her own nervousness. Their last encounter had been lovely, but Jata could be so unpredictable. "A glass of wine would be lovely. White please." she said.
Once she had a drink in her hand, she tilted her head at him. "So Frey spoke to you too?" she said.
'cause I think everyone
deserves a chance to fly
deserves a chance to fly
