Phoebe
Phoebe had to resist the urge to roll her eyes as she worked, listening to his curt response and unspoken request. "It's not like it's hard. The fact that I am still breathing pisses you off." she muttered as she cleaned the knife on the snow before putting it away. From her pack she also retrieved a small bag, something she could easily secure the seed in so it wouldn't get lost or start to sprout before she could get it back to Frey. This pouch was pale blue with a snowflake embroidered on it, which would make it easy to remember that the seeds within were from Halo.
She stood then, brushing snow off her knees as she did so. "I guess we should go back to the inn. We don't want to be travelling when it's dark." she said with a sigh, glancing at the sun and seeing it was already rather low. In the cold, desolate land of Halo, the days seemed far too short. If they set out for the portal now, no doubt they would be caught in the Tundra in the middle of the night.
She stood then, brushing snow off her knees as she did so. "I guess we should go back to the inn. We don't want to be travelling when it's dark." she said with a sigh, glancing at the sun and seeing it was already rather low. In the cold, desolate land of Halo, the days seemed far too short. If they set out for the portal now, no doubt they would be caught in the Tundra in the middle of the night.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
