Orpheus Solon
She felt the bridge of her nose heat up as she blushed with a bit of a mortified feeling. "I sing to myself sometimes.. but I've never sang for anyone else." Phaedra didn't think her voice sounded that great. "No instruments, unless you count a pot as a drum." Now she was joking at her own expense. The fact that she seemed to really have only one talent was becoming painfully obvious.
"It's just some local lore about the first of the leaf tribe. Nothing really exciting." Phae lifted her shoulders slightly, but even as she did she had a smile. Recounting the tale to Bushi would be fun. Then with a snap of her fingers she looked disappointed. "Darn, no Inns." After she chuckled Phaedra turned her attention to the kitchen and what it was she would need. Of course she wasn't sure what the market in a small village would sell so she turned her head to look at Bushi. "Would we be able to find noodles here or would I have to get flour to make them? And meat?" She could hunt if need be.