Catch n Release
Sitting on one of the lower branches of a large tree, Nyx looked out into the gloom of the forest. She absentmindedly ran the pad of her thumb against the edge of her knife, lost in thought. After being attacked by two massive insects in the span of minutes, she had been carried back to town in very poor shape, bloody and poisoned. She had been lucky: someone had been able to pick her out of that harry situation, get her healed and patched up.
Nyx hated to admit it, but she had been stupid. Being so used to wandering off on her own in Tale, she thought she would be abundantly prepared to handle whatever the forest could throw at her. She’d been wrong. The fact of the matter was that she simply did not know enough about this place, the creatures that resided here. Even the plants were different, the very air itself felt heavier. It was like the whole of the country was locked in an eternal state of gloom under the endless canopy. The forests in Tale were much different. And her own blind hubris may have almost cost her very life.
If she was ever going to leave Tale and make a name for herself, she had to learn more.
Hopping down from her perch, she squatted at the base of the trunk, eying one of the strange glowing mushrooms that made its home in the roots. Then her knife came down, sawing around the base of the fungus to pry it off the bark of the tree. She held it up to examine it, smell it, take a tentative lick of its surface. She tossed it into the bag at her hip, climbing up the tree to saw off another variety. The wider range of plants she was able to gather up, the more information she could extract about them from the locals, whether they wanted to deal with her or not.
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