Hushed Willows Selectively after The Rain

"Most fungi grow best when there is abundant moisture available, so it is typical to see increased fungal activity during and after wet weather."

Little 'shrooms are popping out of the ground like weeds, some in mysterious circles around willows and near the Sacred Place. Could this be a sign that things will get better for the faerie folk? Only time will tell! (Everyone welcome) @Eleuthera @Caw @Sundance @Bridget @Deidra @Dante @Rafferty @Teya @Izumi (@Fionn @Cassidy )

The scent in the air was thick with moisture, clammy and uncomfortable. A mist rolled through the forest in the early hours of the day, the grass painted with dewdrops and the queen was tired. Her head was pounding to the beat of her heart, probably a result of the nightmare she'd had. Still, the girl rose and stretched to start the day. Loinnir awoke because of her yawn, hooting softly in greeting but staying where he was. She didn't blame him; if she was capable of resting for even a second she'd do it, but there was work to be done.

Confusing feelings raced through her being, flashes of memories - of the enemy - popping up whenever she closed her eyes. It was like she'd been poisoned, hypnotised, but she'd suck it up for however long she could take it. It was not her place to go to others for help, she was a Queen for Fate's sake.

She pushed through the curtains and foliage to discover something peculiar. A single, blueish mushroom. It was so tiny, like a newborn. Her vision cleared, and when she passed it, eyes never leaving the mushroom, she bumped into a tree. Apparently she wasn't fully awake yet - perhaps she was even still sleeping, for what she saw next was a picture taken straight from her dreams.

Surrounding herself and the tree were at least a dozen little mushrooms, lined up in a neat and perfect circle. Her brows lifted in surprise. Soon, a little smile crept onto her face and, as she looked around further, she discovered the mushrooms were everywhere. She believed this could only be a sign from some higher power, to tell the fae folk things would get better. She grinned, tipping her head to let out a call to wake up the others - it told of a surprise, but not of what it would be. They'd discover it for themselves.