It's a Tiny Party in the Woods! (Pinterest Vibes)
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Setting: The WOODS
Time: the deep-dark of Night.
Weather: Humid, Stars, Clear Skies, Puffy Cloud Clumps
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Deep in the Dark Dark Woods... A little rustling might be heard. A faint musical thumping. Tiny sounds like joyful revelry fill the night air.
Funny smells like sugary yeasty fungi and moss, decay, and magic hit the senses of any being within a 30 foot radius of a thick ring of mushrooms amid fallen leaves and wily grasses. The remains of great trees serve as a forrest high rise complex.
Upon closer inspection... a massive colony of tiny-size Myconid seems to be thrumming with party-like activity. Fuzzy kitten bees bumble into eachother; tiny plumes of pollen puff off of them with the contact.
There's a very tiny "mush-pit" of jigging and wiggling and whirling.
Fae. Gnome-kin. Spirits. Imps. All Kinds.
"Woah woah!!!!" Across the mushroom party camp ring, a thick Oyster Myconid wearing a mossy hat waves his long “quarter-staff” stick up at a curious doe who nearly crushed through the ring of mushrooms while innocently looking for a late night snack.
Much tiny shouting follows with a back-up chorus of delighted hiccups and giggles.
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Setting: The WOODS
Time: the deep-dark of Night.
Weather: Humid, Stars, Clear Skies, Puffy Cloud Clumps
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Deep in the Dark Dark Woods... A little rustling might be heard. A faint musical thumping. Tiny sounds like joyful revelry fill the night air.
Funny smells like sugary yeasty fungi and moss, decay, and magic hit the senses of any being within a 30 foot radius of a thick ring of mushrooms amid fallen leaves and wily grasses. The remains of great trees serve as a forrest high rise complex.
Upon closer inspection... a massive colony of tiny-size Myconid seems to be thrumming with party-like activity. Fuzzy kitten bees bumble into eachother; tiny plumes of pollen puff off of them with the contact.
There's a very tiny "mush-pit" of jigging and wiggling and whirling.
Fae. Gnome-kin. Spirits. Imps. All Kinds.
"Woah woah!!!!" Across the mushroom party camp ring, a thick Oyster Myconid wearing a mossy hat waves his long “quarter-staff” stick up at a curious doe who nearly crushed through the ring of mushrooms while innocently looking for a late night snack.
Much tiny shouting follows with a back-up chorus of delighted hiccups and giggles.
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Lizbeth is still a fawn, feral and innocent, she heard the rhythmic sound and curiously came closer. Her mom, Angel the hind and her Dad Maxwell weren’t far away, they know that Lizbeth is always curious and the colony of Myconid is no danger to her. “Don’t go too far my little stardust”, she calls her affectionately because of the great number of little white spots in her fur.
Lizbeth little nose lowers on to those small creatures, her nostrils flare, her ears perk at that sound, twitching with those kitten bees bumping against each other. The fawn has to sneeze with a shaking head, a soft bleat coming over her lips.
That was funny for this small doe and she stays there, watching, her rear left hoof starting to tap in the rhythm of the thumping.
Her parents weren’t far, they could see her little white tail wiggling happily, even in such a dark night.
Lizbeth little nose lowers on to those small creatures, her nostrils flare, her ears perk at that sound, twitching with those kitten bees bumping against each other. The fawn has to sneeze with a shaking head, a soft bleat coming over her lips.
That was funny for this small doe and she stays there, watching, her rear left hoof starting to tap in the rhythm of the thumping.
Her parents weren’t far, they could see her little white tail wiggling happily, even in such a dark night.
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