Hushed Willows sveppum

the answers bijou's companion gave were vague. bijou recognized it for what it was -- just enough information to get her hooked and along for the ride. a game.

her expression remained flat despite valmua's widening smile. oh, bijou loved a good game.

and in her world she did not need a mushroom to experience the world as she felt she should; in her world, she imbibed regularly and often. enough to satiate but never salve -- enough that like valmua's game, bijou felt she was always chasing answers.

to be open about her raw spirit, as valmua put it, was surely death. bijou's lips curved upwards in the scarcest of smiles. she imagined very few wolves would embrace her raw spirit  -- but was not knowledge better than ignorance?

"i wish to try one." bijou announced. if this mushroom had the properties valmua boasted, bijou wondered if it made its subjects compromised. she supposed she might soon find out.