Master Builder & shroom eater

The trip to the falls really shouldn’t take all that long but with Misery letting a child carry supplies as they went it certainly made the task take longer.  The boy had plenty of spirit but Misery was watchful and keen on details.  The eagerness and desire to seek out everything was still there but there was no doubt the boy was getting tired.  Tired kids were less likely to get stupid ideas in their heads and a lot more likely to behave just because it would take too much effort to think something up.

Misery had indeed planned to come out here even without the amusement of having his little brother carrying items.  Misery wanted to look at how the growths behaved around the water and vegetation here.  He needed to see if there were differences in how much had grown in different areas and if the wildlife over here seemed to have any different variety of effects they suffered from or lack thereof.

It would normally be nighttime if Misery was keeping up correctly but it hardly mattered since it was now nighttime all of the time.  There was no longer the snow of winter on the ground but without the sun it still seemed a bit chilly.  Of course, the only Spring Misery had experienced before had been even colder than this one and snow had still packed the ground.  How he missed the snow whenever it left!

Fireflies were dancing about, and whenever the wind gusted by it appeared they would skip in the air as the current pushed them along.  Even if not for the light of crystals and mushrooms, the moon’s reflection on the water seemed to double the lighting.  As they had traveled Misery had spotted bits of broken mushrooms suggesting some animals did try eating them but as far as he could tell the crystals, for the most part, were left alone, there was still the occasional exception.

Once they got to the base of the falls he looked to Mac, “Alright, this will do”   Misery stalled in his speaking, glancing about with his brow furrowed.  Something was different and that was possibly a good or bad thing but the problem was he couldn’t decide what.  Something in the air felt different and right now it was a sign not to ignore. “So, Mac, tell me what you’ve seen so far,”  the words kept light and entertained.  Misery hadn’t intended to quiz him on a report this early but it would give the boy something to focus on while Misery tried to decide if there was trouble.  None of his senses said anything was wrong more than normal but in the back of his skull he could tell something was different.

What Misery hadn’t seen was something neither of them would smell either.  The ghost was all too real in appearance yet carried no scent and showed no signs of affecting the water's course.  It appeared solid yet had no effect on the world.  As it heard Misery speaking it swam forward a bit watching wolf and pup curiously.  The dead did only have so much to do after all.

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