trippin'

He made the journey over into Auster, trekking lands he hadn't seen since he was younger. Things seemed largely the same over here as they did back on Boreas, and he was sure that his God was the one behind it all. After all, what other explanation was there? He walked quietly in the darkness, glacial blue gaze seemingly blending in and matching his surroundings. He spotted a trail of mushrooms as he approached the swallet ring, and of course, he followed. The Fallen God was beckoning him, he was sure. He passed the blue fireflies that floated around, hardly paying them any mind as he stepped onto the beach.

There, he noticed that the mushrooms littered the shore. Surrounding the waters edge in an array of colors. It was almost mesmerizing...except for the fact that someone else was here, too. He huffed, wondering if he could avoid her while he investigated the mushrooms.