Hushed Willows sveppum

Valmúa sneered nastily at the dark one's disgusted expression. Of course such an ignorant disaster of a woman would have no idea about such things. The Stormhaven had treated the fungi as sacred — she was doubtless that her brothers would be most disappointed with such open sharing of their cultural heritage, but the poppy girl saw it differently.
The flavour is not the point, she hissed, though she was hardly trying to convince. The sister moved away with her nose to the ground, trailing after the faint aroma of a fungal fruit. They can change you in ways no normal sveppum can, she said. This woman would not be worthy of the knowledge anyway, but Valmúa still enjoyed the thought of her suffering in a toxic fit after ingesting one.