The
Nightingale
Phoebe nodded emphatically, not realizing that what she proposed was some type of sacriledge in Frey's eyes. "Bright enough to light a whole room or the streets!" she said with excitement. She always thought and planned big, why stop now.
Her arms naturally snaked around Frey, looking up at them lovingly. Make something new with Frey? That was exactly the thought. "Yes! That would be perfect. Something new and unique to the Greatwood." she said brightly. "How would we go about such a thing? I can't even imagine where to start." she said. Making a new species seemed a daunting task to the demigoddess who only barely understood cells.
Her arms naturally snaked around Frey, looking up at them lovingly. Make something new with Frey? That was exactly the thought. "Yes! That would be perfect. Something new and unique to the Greatwood." she said brightly. "How would we go about such a thing? I can't even imagine where to start." she said. Making a new species seemed a daunting task to the demigoddess who only barely understood cells.
little birds sing even after a storm
