Blackfeather Woods I remember there was mist...

While her eye was blinded, her ears were not deafened. In fact, they seemed enhanced, as if to make up for her halved sight. The young girl turned towards the sound, until her right eye caught sight of him. Cicero. A smell wafted towards her a few seconds after, mushrooms. Her favorite in fact, king boletes. A smile tugged at her lips. "Thanks, Cic'." She pulled the mushrooms close to her, then taking a bite of one of them. It wasn't a psychedelic mushroom, her mother had warned her away from those, but it was strangely delicious when she first found it. Meaty, in a way. Mushrooms were strange. "Where's Damien? He hasn't visited me yet."