after four rounds of jose cuervo

Haiku felt like he was dying. He had taken what Syanna offered him and they helped a little. His mind was fuzzy and foggy, he could barely work through the mushrooms and by now his cough was atrocious. The glowing ooze streamed from the base of the mushrooms, and it seemed like everything he tried failed. He hadn’t given up yet though, he couldn’t give up. What still remained of visible eyes looked up to find Bowen as he finished one last try at a cure.

It wasn’t special, but a bit of mead, peppermint, ginseng, and a dash of garlic. It was fresh as he could manage and Prose had chilled it in a stream for them. Haiku hadn’t made much, but he would give the tonic to Bowen if she wanted to try one more thing. Neither of them seemed really in their right mind, Haiku often faded in and out of reality. Thankfully Prose was unaffected, the raven was his seeing eye bird.

The young man looked up to his caramel and cream dream come true. He’d thought he lost her once, and now he was afraid he was going to lose her again to the madness taking over their bodies. By now Haiku wasn’t sure if he was more wolf or mushroom. "One more toast?” He asked her hoarsely as the white raven poured the infused mead into their own bowls.


"Bowen & Haiku"