wherever life plants you
The Feverlands were not particularly Phoebe's favorite place to be. It was putrid and dangerous, but it was filled to the brim with useful flora, in particular the glowing mushrooms she sought for Frey. That's why she had called upon the aid of Farrow, a likeminded herbalist that would know how to carefully remove the mushrooms from their spots so as not to wreck them. Maimed mushrooms would not do for Frey's quest.
She waited in a small grove of trees that were covered in mushrooms. Of course, the glowing ones would not reveal themselves until they were harvested, so they had quite the difficult task ahead of them. All she needed now was Farrow.
And when she saw the young woman arrive, she waved. "Thank you for coming. We've a long day ahead of us." she said, holding out a basket for the herbalist to take to place her harvested mushrooms in.
She waited in a small grove of trees that were covered in mushrooms. Of course, the glowing ones would not reveal themselves until they were harvested, so they had quite the difficult task ahead of them. All she needed now was Farrow.
And when she saw the young woman arrive, she waved. "Thank you for coming. We've a long day ahead of us." she said, holding out a basket for the herbalist to take to place her harvested mushrooms in.
Phoebe
bloom with grace
