home is where the ooze is

Álarr was resting in the barn near the wood-burning stove where Brynhildr had started a fire. Spring was arriving but he couldn't see any difference. If anything the world was getting darker and colder. The lack of sunlight to warm the earth seemed to drop everything even deeper into the chill of winter. On top of that he was starting to wonder how this would affect plant life. Without the light of the sun, how many would die? Sure most plants were dormant in Boreas but what about Auster? There was so much uncertainty.

Álarr lifted a back leg and scratched at the little mushrooms growing out of his left ear. He'd applied more of his garlic concoction to the fungi, hoping it would make a difference. So far there wasn't much of an effect but he continued to hope that one of his variations would have an effect. Álarr looked up as he saw his brother ender. He stared. "Oh no, Tyrian, you have it to?" From where he was he didn't see that it was crystals, simply assumed it was more of the strange fungi.