Oh sing sweet Nightingale, sing sweet...
Phoebe barely recognized herself these days, so the hesitation in recognition was certainly nothing she would take issue with. Instead she smiled a little, sheepishly almost, as she fully stepped into the bakery. "Quite some time, certainly." she said softly, looking around the shop. She might've changed a lot, but other things didn't. "I've missed your treats though. Torchline doesn't have anything like this." she said, managing a grin.The Nightingale glanced at Amalia's book, noting that she was interrupting. "I am sorry for bothering you. I'm sure my...hasty departure wasn't appreciated and I am sorry about that. I really am...but...well...strange thing seem afoot again and I had to come talk to you." She said with a sigh. Hindsight was always best, and she recognized she could have left he Grounds more gracefully, had she only been in a better emotional state at the time.
"Has anyone strange come to speak with you lately - someone who seemed to know a lot about you for no good reason? Perhaps the names Cian, Dorian or Finn ring a bell?"
...high above me
The Nightingale
