If I Am Right I Bet It’s Heaven, If I Am Wrong You Can Bet It’s Hell

Ysmir held himself with much more decorum than his panicked brother as their tiny sister sprung up and clung to his back. Like some kind of adhesive. He watched them for a long moment, morbidly curious mostly. Within moments they were all gathered in the near vicinity, and the longer he was out here the less he felt like there was some grand scheme. At least Dag wasn’t in on it.

There was a strange feeling this night though, even after his rowdy siblings had begun to settle. There was something out there, and he didn’t have a clue what it was. Like something was coming. He’d never been one for premonitions, but he couldn’t put the atmosphere anywhere else. Like he was living in tension that was about to break. It wasn’t just this night. There were many leading up to this peak moment. Not that he could begin to guess, but it had something to do with the blue lights and the mists.

The boy closed the rest of the distance between himself and the gathering of young Finnvi’s as Dag dared Fin to eat the mushroom. Tyrfing wanted to make a pact, but Skadi had the desire to force it down him. Ysmir shrugged, but made quite a face as he looked towards the mushroom. He wasn’t really sure that was the most wise of decisions. Seeing their brother consume it might make for an entertaining night though.