Distance and coldness were two different things. On a good day Frey might have pointed that out to Phoebe, but they were not so inclined just now. "Perhaps you should have gathered larger samples then. I take it you only know that your concoction works in small batches, then?" When it came to nature, that which held on a small scale was not always true of the large.
"What about adverse effects? I can't imagine pouring sulphur all over the woods is going to be an idea that the fae take to." Frey replied, exhaling a puff of silvery smoke.
With a wave of their hand the winds increased around Pim. If he glided carefully, it would be like flying through a current that constantly kept him aloft.
"What about adverse effects? I can't imagine pouring sulphur all over the woods is going to be an idea that the fae take to." Frey replied, exhaling a puff of silvery smoke.
With a wave of their hand the winds increased around Pim. If he glided carefully, it would be like flying through a current that constantly kept him aloft.
