The
Nightingale
Phoebe leaned back in her chair, swirling the glass of wine mindlessly as she used to as Madame of the Halenani. "That's just very unlike them." she said contemplatively. Frey wasn't one to keep secrets or worry about anything. To suddenly feel the need to prepare their demigods was a bit unnerving. What was coming to Caido now?
Not another war hopefully.
She considered him carefully. It seemed he was being honest enough. She sipped her wine. "Well Su-...Jata." she said, pausing to use his more familiar name instead of formal one for the first time in years. "Where do we start forming a friendship?" They were intimately familiar with one another after all. How did you make just a friendship from there?
Her eyes glanced at the glass and she smiled a bit. "Very much so." she said. Something from the Grounds wouldn't have sat well with her.
Not another war hopefully.
She considered him carefully. It seemed he was being honest enough. She sipped her wine. "Well Su-...Jata." she said, pausing to use his more familiar name instead of formal one for the first time in years. "Where do we start forming a friendship?" They were intimately familiar with one another after all. How did you make just a friendship from there?
Her eyes glanced at the glass and she smiled a bit. "Very much so." she said. Something from the Grounds wouldn't have sat well with her.
'cause I think everyone
deserves a chance to fly
deserves a chance to fly
