Yours Are Stained With Red

"Merciful mother of maggots!" Rœkia exclaimed as she stared at large collect of mushrooms she'd never seen before. Mushrooms that were glowing! The shimmered in cloaks of unnatural blue and violet hues and she found herself turning to stare at Wolf who had fluttered down off her shoulders to hop up next to one of the mushrooms. "They are beautiful Rœ, are they…. dangerous?" He glanced up at her and she would squint at the mushrooms before nodding sharply. "Almost certainly, nothing that grows with that bright a color is meant for consumption." At least… she was pretty sure. Animals, like frogs and certain insects tended to be absurdly colored as a warning to predators to leave them alone. She was getting the same vibe from these mushrooms. Shifting her knapsack she carefully leaned down to sniff at one. No scents of suspicious oils, were they safe to touch? She didn't want to take any chances until she'd found someone to experiment on. Pawing open a side pouch on her knapsack she turned to Wolf. "Gather a few with your talons and put them in here."

"Speech"