Oh sing sweet Nightingale, sing sweet...
Phoebe appreciated the pardon, even if it waa just the neighborly thing to do. "Well you could. You just pack up your stuff, out up a closed sign and walk away." she said with a dry laugh, recounting pretty much how she had made her own departure. "And...well it helps...to start over. More than I can express. Just don't wait around for a god to tell you to do it like I did." she added with a laugh. Though it seemed her words hit home. "You're not dumb, they are just tricky. I asked Frey about them." she explained. "They singled me out because they believe Frey will make me a demigoddess...though I can't imagine for what purpose." She still hadn't nailed down that bit. But they lived in a divinely blessed city, so they might know something she didn't. "But that's why I came to talk to you. You're very devout to Vi so you seemed a potential target." And it seemed she was right.
...high above me
The Nightingale
