Nib stared at the plant in amazement, now it seemed ethereal, it’s base was a green-ish blue, it was perfect. It seemed to be made from living ice.
“Perfect!” he exclaimed, and gave Max a hug of congratulations. He looked at their ccreation tenderly. He fingered the petals, they were a bit cold to the touch, but soft, almost like snow.
A loud boom echoed throughout the room. Nib’s eyes widened. Now that he was calm, he regretted giving them the idea. Oh well, to late to back out now.
“Come on earth, lets see what we can do to make the situation worse.” Nib walked over to the window and looked out. He could see a river in the distance. He added more condensation to the air, and tried to make the temperature of the droplets colder. The effect it would have was unknown to him.