i don't know what's gonna happen, but i'm sure it won't be good. from @stabsilk, approaching the myconid colony?
⋆۶ৎ ̊ @stabsilk . . . prompt ↳ always accepting.
They are coming. They are coming.
Where they’ve stopped, the ceiling arches overhead in vast sweeps of black stone curtained in phosphorescent fungus whose pale blue and amethyst light pools down on the cavern floor in bruising hues. A familiar pressure blooms at the edges of Gossamer's thoughts, although she hadn’t noticed it at first—not until the alien certainty of another new consciousness brushed fully against her own.
They are coming. You are coming.
No one, it seems from their sudden collective stillness, liked that very much. A few moments of hesitation and verbal hand-wringing passes among the group before Gossamer finally speaks.
“I know what these are.” The rapport spores form a hazy violet cloud, and she frowns as she takes another step forward. Only when she’s certain the quaking from whatever tunnels beneath them won’t return does she advance again. “I think it means there is a myconid colony close,” she tells Amma. “They are harmless things usually. Have you ever seen one?”
