Haunted Wood Don't get high from your own supply

Potema, as the colors became muted and the air around her less vibrant and wild, felt a yawn cracking through her lips. And here came the low. She was about ready for a nap, going from a concious dreamland to an unconcious one.

The black wolf who had shared the 'shrooms with her fled, nothing more than a black blur in the corner of her eye. Potema shrugged and put her head down, Charon's voice going farther and farther into the background as she fell asleep.

When she came to, sober and aware, she faintly smelled Charon and the random loner. Charon's scent made the witch cringe; what had she said or done to him while she was high? He was long gone however, and all Potema could do was scoop up the remaining mushrooms and head back to Blackfeather Woods, putting this strange encounter behind her.