03-05-2021, 08:49 PM

one lives in hope of becoming a memory
“Yes, I’m sure.” In fact, I’m sure that there is a reason that Grodylin’s breath had smelled like Yanhua, and I would say so, just to shut Reave up. “Actually, it smelled like dad because I got the unexpressed gift of glowing markings from my him, and Grodylin was just using his magic to bring that out in me. So, technically, it was the magic I was smelling,” I say, matter-of-factly.
Still, there feels like more I should say there, so I look at him, dead serious, and then, “But I do wonder where dad gets off to when he disappears into the night. Maybe you are right. Maybe he is moonlighting as a big, hairy beast?” I laugh, though this time it is with true merriment, and not the hesitant laugh from earlier.
@[Reave] seems interested in the glowing mushrooms, perhaps just as interested as he’d seemed to learn of Grodylin, which peaks my curiosity for just a moment before he makes the quip about my dad, which cracks me up. But when I’m done laughing, I return back to the idea of the mushrooms, and suddenly a thought occurs to me that brings a mischievous grin to my lips. “Yeah, glowing mushrooms,” I reiterate, “And when they do, I dare you to take a bite of one. I hear there are poisonous mushrooms, edible mushrooms, and hallucinogenic mushrooms. Care to find out what they’ll be?” Never mind the fact that father’s intentions would bring all manner of glowing mushrooms to Taiga, so we would probably get all three. If this worked, though, maybe Reave could be the guinea pig to find out which ones are which.
Memorie
