((The afternoon sun glimmers on the ripples of the lively pond. The sound of young xunari playing and birds chirping fill the air. The breeze lifted the children's kites in the sky and made the giant mushrooms dance to a gentle tune.)) And there Tezcatlipoca sits, stuck indoors, window in his view, and bored out of his mind. ((The bright light of the outside sun blinding next to the glow of bioluminescent fungi inside.)) Yet he couldn't look away. He isn't the type to frolic outside, but Ycth...

"This shemesh has been very good for the nukaps," Ycthuthrheth explains as it follows a black tsabhua, a pink tsabhua, and a yellow wingless aerobic tark'ee further into the fungal swamps. "In fact, it's been too good. Leave them be, and they might wreak havoc on the ecosystem." Citria tilts her head at Ycthuthrheth. "Wouldn't flowering hounds typically get them?" "Nomads hunted them down. A uh, 'preemtive protection' of their livestock if you will," sighed Tezcatlipoca, claw qu...