Blackfeather Woods The crowd goes wild

She seemed pleased with his question, and Seff smiled, tail wagging as he waited. The tale she spun, incredible and entrancing, and his eyes grew wide and his expression sober as she spoke. Mephala was awesome. That was the main point he got from the tale, though new information flooded him as he spent a silent moment absorbing it all. The story was too new, to exciting, for him to process it all and ask questions.

 But the way the mushrooms glowed, that he wondered off. "Does Mephala make the mushrooms glow? Why don't all mushrooms glow?" he piped up, intrigued by the hanging tendrils. He batted one with a paw, giggling quietly when it swung, waiting to hear Potema's answer.