Blue eyes. Phoebe had deep green eyes, often filled with amusement, with light, with care. Nicholas's seemed cold and calculating. She sighed. Was she merely looking for some resemble? Some way of connecting that wasnt just plants? She looked down at her hands. "I'm sure it will be a good performance. I've been wondering what to do myself" 

Phoebe still had a lot to learn about herself, and what she could do. She hadn't yet learned if she was immune to toxins, like their mother, or if she could use phermones like her, but she knew she was powerful. She knew she could do a lot. Would it be different for Nicholas? What abilities did he have? She wanted to know, and yet, she got the feeling that Nicholas would easily ross her aside, if she ever got on the wrong side of him.