Where Do People Like Us Float? [Bog]
10-24-2021, 02:38 PM
With a shake of her pale head, his companion admitted she wasn't entirely familiar with testing the safety of unfamiliar plant life. "Not really. My cousin kept most of that knowledge to herself though Magnolia told me that with some plants you can rub it on your paw pad. See if you react. If not move to the inner elbow, then to the face, eventually the tongue." her offhanded recitation of what was almost exactly the procedure he knew, a grin formed on his lips. Stubby tail wiggling happily, he bobbed his head in agreement. "That's exactly it, actually." he admitted warmly, and reached up with his right paw to gently tap the top of the odd, glowing mushroom that was closest to his eye level. The hollow thwack that resounded from the body of the fungus, bouncing from the craggy bark of the tree and into his ears, was promising. "I always use my right paw to test first, so if I have a reaction I can still my more important paw while it's healin'." he explained with a backward glance over his shoulder. "Since I'm older, I'm gonna be our test subject. Mama would kill me if I let ya get sick or die." he said with a chuckle, dropping his forepaws back onto the roots they balanced upon. Then, he dropped lazily onto his haunches, shaking some moisture from his ruff. "Do ya think I'll get any magic powers from touchin' it?" he asked Hoarfrost, emerald eyes twinkling with mirth. Despite the gloomy conditions, he was trying to keep his spirits up and get through it. The loss of familiar constellations through the eerie streaking of stars across the ever-dark sky had been a tough situation, leaving the young swamp dweller unable to keep an eye on the passing of the season or navigate the surrounding territories with relative ease by night. |