Blackfeather Woods Helping Hands

Cicero nodded in acknowledgement at her thanks, and then turned to look at the mushroom she had found. "Very good. Keen eye." Mushrooms were not always easy to find in the forest around this time of year, with autumn leaves and other brown clutter muddling the landscape and blending them into the background. Cicero glanced at the mushroom and sniffed it. He smiled, looking somewhat forlorn as he did, while he thought of Potema. These were some of her favourite mushrooms. "They have some sort of healing property." Though they looked a lot like a sort of mushroom that was very deadly. Cicero, not thinking much of it, did not divulge this information; he could not even tell what sort of healing property these mushrooms had, and since this was not the very-deadly mushroom that looked like it, he did not even think to tell her of it.

"Cicero does not remember what they do, exactly. Potema knew this." His ears twitched while he tried to think of it, but he could not. Instead, he decided to share important information with her so that she knew which not to eat: "Poisonous mushrooms are often very bright in colour. Not all of them are, however. There are many mushrooms, more so than plants, that are deadly." Cicero looked at Venus, waiting to see if she understood, while he looked around to see if he could find anything, mushroom or herb. It was late in the season, and since his own knowledge was limited, Cicero was not sure what to look for that still grew right now. Maybe he could take her to his cache later to show some dried herbs.