Literature
It was a decently long journey to L'hatzif from Issiq. Panik and Sosa were glad to make landfall, both boys' legs shaking as they shimmy down the walkway off of the boat. Sosa took a heavy breath, raising his beak to the sky as ((he sucked in the spore filled air. Ahead, tall towering mushrooms clawed at the sky, releasing drifting whisps of spores through the air. It reeked of mushroom; a musky earthy scent.)) Panik wiped his nose, eyes squinting. Gross. "Who can stand to live here," he mutt...
