Where Do People Like Us Float? [Bog]
He hadn't noticed it right away, but the odd jump of cool flesh beneath his curious paw was registering in his brain as his paw seemed to tingle with the residual effects of touching it. Bog hadn't expected the mushroom to be chilly beneath his pad, and he certainly hadn't expected it to move. Turning over the offending paw to examine the pad, there was a faint glow that was already disappearing. Perhaps it had been a trick of the light, and he was being silly. Lifting his emerald gaze to Hoarfrost's face, he noticed the way her expression was pinched in thought. "I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I almost feel like I've seen one of these things before. Maybe I'm just imagining things. Is there a safe way to pick one of these or should we just leave it alone?" she asked, and he glanced up at the tight cluster of fungi climbing the trunk of the mangrove tree. Pivoting carefully on the gnarled roots, he lifted himself to brace his forepaws on the trunk again. "I don't think they like being messed with, Hoarfrost. I swear this little guy felt it when I gave 'im a little tap- but if you wanna take one home I'm sure we can figure somethin' out." he replied, tipping his snout to one side so he could crane his neck and examine the gills on the underside of the cap. Oh, no gills on these guys, but pores. Were they all the same kinds, but cropping up in different spots? Perhaps he should have examined them more closely lately. "Sorry for the love tap, little friend. I was makin' sure you weren't rottin' up here in the cold." he whispered, more to himself than anything else. His mama would be furious if she ever found out that he was out here beating up the spirits of the swamp. A whispery buzz in his ear caused it to flick irritably, the drone increasing until he turned to see where the stupid bug was. Oh, it was one of the strange blue fireflies. They hadn't been making too much noise before this, why was this one making a fuss? As the gently pulsing blue orb danced away, his gaze followed, until he noticed a strange figure on the shore. "Hoarfrost...?" he murmured, ears tipping back. "Ya think maybe our visitor over there knows somethin'?" he asked cautiously, looking to the larger wolf. Perhaps she was intimidating enough to keep him safe from the ominous, cloaked figure hovering near a little table. The spectral blue lights hovered around the figure en masse, ebbing and flowing in and out of the gently floating cloak like the breath from his own lungs. |