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Love Dust
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You suspect you know who it is, but gently lift your cloak to peek anyway. Lisel rests upon your chest, soft breaths fluttering her whiskers. With her eyes hidden behind her thick goggles It's impossible to tell if she's actually asleep. Still, you don't want to wake her so you rest a while.
Lost in thought, your mind ranges over ways out of your horrible predicament. You think about fungos. This house seems to have a fair number of them, which makes sense. It must be the only warm place for miles and it's full of rotting things. If it wasn't also a death trap run by a madman your problems would be over.
You consider weather you could sneak some fungos home with you. Everyone you've talked to has said leaving is impossible, but you have your doubts. You are very sneaky. Fungos are not, however, so that plan will need some work. A pity, fungos are rather passive once captured, so just tying them together you could lead a whole pack home.
Fungal beast domestication isn't often done. The ones that lack nasty mutations keep well enough. The mice here even have a few feeding on the impromptu midden. But fungos in captivity never seem to get any larger, nor to breed, so capturing one is more a method of keeping it fresh for later.
The sounds of activity are picking up in the camp, so it seems like time to get up. There is a lot to do today and you need to get your new equipment from the shrews. You huff, your chest rising and falling sharply. Lisel stirs "Mmm, morning already?"
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