chef de cuisine

She'd been so, so patient. So responsible. So good. Ever since they'd first started appearing she'd held back, but now the allure of the mushrooms was simply too strong. Fable prided herself on being a student, a scientist! She had to know how they would taste - if they were safe to even eat. Because she wasn't entirely foolish, she'd made her way to the Ashen border and called for Oki, begging him to accompany her on this mad endeavor. At least he could get help if something went awry. They'd travelled to a midway point between their territories where she'd stashed some of her clayware bowls..

Fable wasted no time in nesting some sticks between two larger stones, then dragging a thin, flat rock to perch between them. It created a bridge, underneath which she began to stoke a fire. In no time at all they had a merry blaze burning. She turned to inspect the falls which, like the rapids of her home, shimmered with unnatural light. Cautiously, she grabbed a medium sized earthenware bowl and dipped it into the water. Sparkling liquid filled it quickly. She'd drank from the rapids and been fine - in fact, it was hard to find water that didn't glow lately. Some measly fungi had to be fine. Fable placed the bowl atop the flat rock and waited for the water to boil. Would it look any different once it began to bubble? "Now I just need to find some mushrooms..." she murmured.