October 08, 2021, 08:23 PM
The last time he had been here, something lay dead beneath a pile of rubble. He could faintly recall the sight of it, the feeling too, of his foot crushing in to the softened body; this was where he had first met —
Kigipigak forced the memories away as quickly as he could.
The glen looked much the same as when he'd passed through at that point: mossy and green, with some more obvious streaks of red in the trees as they continued their transition through the season, and from time to time as he hiked the area he would find different mushrooms growing in odd places.
A recent rain had left the soil sopping in the lower patches, which he tried to avoid. It was in these spots that he could find soft white rock-like baubles. Touching them made him sneeze, and sometimes they would erupt in a small cloud of spores. Closer to the base of trees Kigipigak had spotted clusters of tiny yellow things growing, while a few of the heftier, older trees held both moss and shelf-like clusters.
He didn't know what they were and did not think to take samples back with him; but they were cuious as he passed them by, scouting the area for more useful things. The sections of mud that looked most protected from the weather held preserved tracks from deer, or something deer-like at the very least, which had him most intrigued.
Kigipigak forced the memories away as quickly as he could.
The glen looked much the same as when he'd passed through at that point: mossy and green, with some more obvious streaks of red in the trees as they continued their transition through the season, and from time to time as he hiked the area he would find different mushrooms growing in odd places.
A recent rain had left the soil sopping in the lower patches, which he tried to avoid. It was in these spots that he could find soft white rock-like baubles. Touching them made him sneeze, and sometimes they would erupt in a small cloud of spores. Closer to the base of trees Kigipigak had spotted clusters of tiny yellow things growing, while a few of the heftier, older trees held both moss and shelf-like clusters.
He didn't know what they were and did not think to take samples back with him; but they were cuious as he passed them by, scouting the area for more useful things. The sections of mud that looked most protected from the weather held preserved tracks from deer, or something deer-like at the very least, which had him most intrigued.