nighttime, March 21st
Aytigin had asked a couple days before if he could go down south in search of Risaela, and Lachesis had let him go. The dark wolf had made his way across the mountain, since that was the way the silver girl had walked, and found himself in forests more dense than the ones next to the Surge, or even Hearthwood. It was a nice change of scenery, particularly since he hadn’t wandered in almost a full year. Plus, it was so good to get away from Rory’s tantalizing scent... he almost couldn’t stand it any longer.
The goal of finding Ris had been put on the backburner for a moment. Ayti needed a break from the travel, and had just so happened to stumble across a patch of mushrooms that he recognized from his time with the gypsies. And oh, these mushrooms were fun.
He deserved a break. He had worked hard for Hearthwood, and now the Surge. One night of complete and total blackout bliss wouldn’t kill anybody.
After a few of the half-frozen mushrooms were consumed, Ayti was out of it. Damn, the colors were as beautiful as he remembered, and the fuzziness in his head felt so amazing. The mocha-furred wolf laid out on his side in the snow, watching psychadelic swirls dance around his vision like amplified northern lights.
Yeah. He deserved this.