Haunted Wood Don't get high from your own supply

Potema kept herself from taking more of the mushroom, but it was hard to fight between the decreasingly sober part of her body and the irrational, high part of her. She resigned herself to absently nibbling the cap of one of them, taking in small bits of the fungi in between drug-induced giggles. Fucking hontes, She cursed at the kalediscope bird, whose colors and patterns switched everytime she blinked, Stay one color, will ya? Hurtin' my eyes.

She rolled over towards the accented tones, her single eye narrowed at the black wolf curiously. Was he a Dark Brother? He certainly looked like one, with all of his skulking about. Surely he would know that these were for the ritual! To break the boundaries between this world and the next. She quoted her teacher, though with terrible articulation and half-slurred words. Wanna try?