Quote:You've come across someone's abandoned 'party cache' - fermented goods and dried mushrooms are yours to celebrate another year with.
This place was much more boring than her Nonna’s stories made out. That wasn’t to say it lacked potential, exactly, it was just… empty, really, apart from the sturgeon still being around wasn’t much to comment on. She blew a puff of mist from her maw before she started to mutter a song under her breath. She really did miss the singing, if she was honest. “A lass came in for a drink one day, I asked ‘er what kind she preferred. "Liquor," she said, so lick her I did…” Already she could feel her spirits lifting as she took up a hum and started to nose beneath the fruit trees, “Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum!”
It certainly didn’t have the same ring to it without her sisters or cousins. “A pirate came in for some treasure one day, I asked ‘im wha’ kind ‘e preferred… "Booty!" ‘e said. So booty ‘e got…” Her song trailed off with a chuckle and she began to dig with purpose at the base of another leafless cherry tree. Booty indeed! She was familiar with the dried caps of the mushrooms she had unearthed and a wide smile stretched across her face. Not far in the earth beneath it, the sweet scent of fermenting fruit filled her nostrils. Well, well, well! Maybe this place had more potential than she had given it credit for. Moving to another tree she checked it’s base too, finding another stash of fermenting fruits. Well, waste not, want not.
She tipped her muzzle to the sky in a call for company. She could make it worth their while…