Starglow Basin i really tried to stay cool

it was clear soto was expecting something grand—and what they found was anything but.

muerto, he remarked, pawing at the dead, frosted plants. dead. she paced the row herself, gingerly shifting the cold-cover from the greenery.

non bene, she said sadly, finding nothing here that survived.

but doggedly, she went on, and at the very edge—sheltered by a pile of rocks, coincidentally located—a verdant pop of life emerged from the soil. a tiny tendril of a plant. . .but alive, nonetheless.

soto! fiamma exclaimed, motioning to him. vivo!

hope you are okay with assumptions! <3