PHOEBE
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Had Phoebe known of Amalia’s irritation, she would have been absolutely mortified and apologized profusely. Her experience had been that Frey seemed the most misunderstood of the deities and so she did her best to spread what she had learned of them, for those to take or leave as the will, purely for helpfulness sake. But alas, she didn’t know, and so she simply smiled at Amalia. ”Happy to share what I’ve learned.” she said happily with a little nod.
”Well, different strokes for different folks so I’ve heard.” Phoebe said with a light laugh, moving over her shock and into simply enjoying the conversation. But the question about Emmett made her hesitate a bit, a flash of sadness crossing her features. ”Ah…yes he is but…I don’t think that’ll happen any time soon.” she said, the touch of melancholy in her voice as she glanced at the ground. She pulled herself out of it quickly at the mention of Amalia’s mother. ”Did she really? She was a midwife then?” she said with a grin.
Once again though, their attention was dragged back to the task at hand. ”Pim, Jyoti, stay back okay?” Phoebe said to the two companions, remembering Frey’s warning. Pim grumble growled but shuffled back, sniffing the air curiously from where he plopped down on untainted grass. Phoebe knelt across from Amalia, careful not to touch the blighted moss. She took the jar and put on the glove, holding the jar steady for Amalia to place the sample into. Once they collected the blighted sample, Phoebe pulled out a small jar from her bag, carefully collecting healthy samples of the same snow moss nearby. ”This way when we look at the blighted one, we can compare it to the healthy one and hopefully pinpoint whatever the difference is.” she said, tucking them into her pack.
”Well, different strokes for different folks so I’ve heard.” Phoebe said with a light laugh, moving over her shock and into simply enjoying the conversation. But the question about Emmett made her hesitate a bit, a flash of sadness crossing her features. ”Ah…yes he is but…I don’t think that’ll happen any time soon.” she said, the touch of melancholy in her voice as she glanced at the ground. She pulled herself out of it quickly at the mention of Amalia’s mother. ”Did she really? She was a midwife then?” she said with a grin.
Once again though, their attention was dragged back to the task at hand. ”Pim, Jyoti, stay back okay?” Phoebe said to the two companions, remembering Frey’s warning. Pim grumble growled but shuffled back, sniffing the air curiously from where he plopped down on untainted grass. Phoebe knelt across from Amalia, careful not to touch the blighted moss. She took the jar and put on the glove, holding the jar steady for Amalia to place the sample into. Once they collected the blighted sample, Phoebe pulled out a small jar from her bag, carefully collecting healthy samples of the same snow moss nearby. ”This way when we look at the blighted one, we can compare it to the healthy one and hopefully pinpoint whatever the difference is.” she said, tucking them into her pack.
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