PHOEBE
Pim was watching with a tilted head, a predatory gaze locked on Jata. Whether he did or didn't know Phoebe was off - more importantly if it bothered him - was impossible to tell. Phoebe continued to struggle beneath him though, and when he stood, she did as well, hunched and breathless. She glared up at him with a snarl on her lips, eyes glancing towards the flower. "NO!" she shouted at him, her voice having returned to its near feral state.
He insisted he was trying to help, but it did not reach her. Instead she darted for it headlong, intent on destroying the unseasonable bloom. She would not stop, and even if he was successful in planting it, there was no way he could ensure she would not otherwide destroy it when he left. Not unless he managed to keep her thoroughly restrained and away from it until she either died or was healed.
He insisted he was trying to help, but it did not reach her. Instead she darted for it headlong, intent on destroying the unseasonable bloom. She would not stop, and even if he was successful in planting it, there was no way he could ensure she would not otherwide destroy it when he left. Not unless he managed to keep her thoroughly restrained and away from it until she either died or was healed.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
