Dark side, you can see through my dark side
Spitfire, you can handle me
Spitfire, you can handle me
Sunjata flies past her in a comet of color, leaving a coat of envy slick on Persephone's mind. Ah, to be able to take on the shape, the spirit, the soul of nature; she yearns for such a thing, always have, yet her lot has not been that of the blessed.
But Poppy is not one to dwell on dreams, to ache for the things she does not have. So it is the envy slides away, leaving a sheen of curiosity on her view of the Flood.
"Wait." It's a suggestion more than a command. Though the Naturalist believes getting close to the plants is unlikely to end in a positive outcome, she certainly will not stand in the way should Sunjata wish to put the theory to test.
Again Persephone drops to her knees, pulling the notebook and pen from her bag. "These flowers are usually white," she explains, inky nib dancing across the page as she sketches out an image of the corrupt bloom. "This could be a spontaneous mutation, of course, but then we would anticipate only one to a handful changed. But here," a gesture with the pen across the dark star speckled sand, "we're seeing uniformity in the change, which suggests an inorganic cause."
There's question in her face as she tilts it to Sunjata, concern in the way she bites her lip. "I don't think this is Rae's design," the Naturalist concludes quietly. "But it could lead to significant changes in Caido. Especially if it spreads between species, similar to the Blight."
But Poppy is not one to dwell on dreams, to ache for the things she does not have. So it is the envy slides away, leaving a sheen of curiosity on her view of the Flood.
"Wait." It's a suggestion more than a command. Though the Naturalist believes getting close to the plants is unlikely to end in a positive outcome, she certainly will not stand in the way should Sunjata wish to put the theory to test.
Again Persephone drops to her knees, pulling the notebook and pen from her bag. "These flowers are usually white," she explains, inky nib dancing across the page as she sketches out an image of the corrupt bloom. "This could be a spontaneous mutation, of course, but then we would anticipate only one to a handful changed. But here," a gesture with the pen across the dark star speckled sand, "we're seeing uniformity in the change, which suggests an inorganic cause."
There's question in her face as she tilts it to Sunjata, concern in the way she bites her lip. "I don't think this is Rae's design," the Naturalist concludes quietly. "But it could lead to significant changes in Caido. Especially if it spreads between species, similar to the Blight."
Persephone
Fault lines, you just dance on my fault lines
Landmine, you can handle me
Landmine, you can handle me
