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come_sailaway2022-10-24 02:24 pm
actuallyawolf) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-24 02:24 pm
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winning, but at what cost
Who: Ylva and any concerned parties?
What: Ylva got in a fight with a cat, and now she's off to lick her wounds.
When: mid-to-late October, before the party, after this altercation with Siffleur
Where: The buffet
CW: Some blood and wound talk.
She won. The important thing is that she won.
Or so Ylva keeps telling herself. She's tougher than she looks, and can take a lot of punishment, but she can't stop thinking about some of the things Siffleur said to her before she shook him in her jaws like an errant pup and told him he wasn't worth killing. It isn't often that she is mocked for her very-canine-desire to be appreciated and trusted, to be liked, and he's just a stupid cat and cats are always by themselves, he's wrong and she knows he's wrong, but why does it bother her?
She never did ask his name.
At any rate, here she is in Windjammer's, in a far corner with a plate of dino nuggets, a large slab of meatloaf, and a large pile of raspberries. At the moment, though, she has her shirt pulled up, running her hand over the wounds on her side. The cuts close behind the touch of her hand, the flesh knitting back together into some bright pink scars, though her blood remains. Sighing, she takes some of the huge pile of paper napkins and, wincing a little, starts wiping herself clean.
What: Ylva got in a fight with a cat, and now she's off to lick her wounds.
When: mid-to-late October, before the party, after this altercation with Siffleur
Where: The buffet
CW: Some blood and wound talk.
She won. The important thing is that she won.
Or so Ylva keeps telling herself. She's tougher than she looks, and can take a lot of punishment, but she can't stop thinking about some of the things Siffleur said to her before she shook him in her jaws like an errant pup and told him he wasn't worth killing. It isn't often that she is mocked for her very-canine-desire to be appreciated and trusted, to be liked, and he's just a stupid cat and cats are always by themselves, he's wrong and she knows he's wrong, but why does it bother her?
She never did ask his name.
At any rate, here she is in Windjammer's, in a far corner with a plate of dino nuggets, a large slab of meatloaf, and a large pile of raspberries. At the moment, though, she has her shirt pulled up, running her hand over the wounds on her side. The cuts close behind the touch of her hand, the flesh knitting back together into some bright pink scars, though her blood remains. Sighing, she takes some of the huge pile of paper napkins and, wincing a little, starts wiping herself clean.
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"Okay, look. The bit of the mushroom that grows where you can see it? That's not the mushroom. Or at least it's just the tiniest bit of it. It's like... well, it's like one flower on a whole big tree. The mushroom grows through the whole forest, all tangled up with the roots of the trees and undergrowth. You can't hardly see it, because it's made of these tiny, tiny little threads." Ylva gestures expansively and meaninglessly, trying to communicate the vastness of this idea in vain. "The trees feed it, actually. And then they give the mushroom messages. Not in words, or sounds, but more like. A little package made of a message that only other trees could make sense of. They give those to the mushroom, and it carries them to other trees, through those threads, to other roots. Whole forests, just having quiet conversations about when they should make acorns, or how to grow without running into each other."
Talking about this has her excited, her face flushed. "No one realises it. But it's there and it's important. And I mean, that's not all mushrooms, there are other types of mushrooms that live in different ways, but some mushrooms are doing that, all the time."
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"That's so cool! Sugoi sugoi! Ahhhhh what happens if they grow on people, could they get telepathy? Or other animals? Or --" Gasp! "What do the other mushrooms do?"
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This is all very obvious to Ylva, honestly. "There's lots of types of mushrooms. Some grow on dead things and eat them. Some are diseases that infect trees or insects, make them act strange. It's just that some types of mushrooms connect trees together and carry messages for them."
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And then a laugh. "Mushrooms are so amazing. So druids are experts in animals, insects, trees, and mushrooms? What else?"