we're both moles, then?
dutch
07-18-2019, 12:54 PM
He was sober. For now. The heavy male had been in search of a new fungus for a project he was putting together for the market that Valkyrie was masterminding; it would certainly appeal to some... adventurous types. Harvesting the mushroom required his full, unaltered attention. Dutch had told him of the thing, and it had piqued his curiosity. Some of the caves were cracked open to the sky above, and over time trees and vegetation had grown in the small, rock-faced clearings. She had told him of a strange 'shroom that had glowed in the night, but after having some difficulty tracking it himself, he had decided to request her company on another spelunking adventure. The small, sturdy girl had a knack for making him laugh, and she was more comfortable in enclosed spaces than he could ever be. Dutch would make a handy guide, he was certain. "Are we nearly there?" He asked quietly, the question resounding in the small cave. Dag folded his ears and tried to remain focused on the task at hand - this place gave him the creeps. "dagfinn bellows!" |