"That only shows what it does to the plants." Frey said, rubbing at the side of their face. "But...non plants have now been infected as well. So it cannot be solely related to how the plants get their nourishment." Frey sighed. "You're right poppet. There isn't time." They agreed wearily. All they had so far was some blight they didn't understand, and what Phoebe and her team had learned was that sulphur could potentially slow it down, in small quantities, in plants.
Leaning both legs over the side of the cloud as they sat up, Frey looked down at Phoebe. Their skin was ashen, bags heavily lined their eyes, and strangest of all, they were frowning. The glamour that made Frey appear as they normally did seemed lack luster now, made all the more apparent by the way they swept a hand across unshaven cheeks.
"Failure is inevitable." Frey counciled, though they sounded agitated. "Stop making this about you; this is much bigger than you." They added, closing their eyes and sighing.
Leaning both legs over the side of the cloud as they sat up, Frey looked down at Phoebe. Their skin was ashen, bags heavily lined their eyes, and strangest of all, they were frowning. The glamour that made Frey appear as they normally did seemed lack luster now, made all the more apparent by the way they swept a hand across unshaven cheeks.
"Failure is inevitable." Frey counciled, though they sounded agitated. "Stop making this about you; this is much bigger than you." They added, closing their eyes and sighing.
