Lumina Basin

With the three sleeping creatures safely tucked away in the hut, Amaranthe took the opportunity to deal with her basket of newly harvested mushrooms. And mentally prepare to deal with people. Ew. First things first though: spore harvesting and organizing. With a small scalpel in hand and many small bags, Ama began the most time-consuming part of her process and harvested as many spores as she possibly could. Some she would keep for herself since she intended on expanding her garden but...

“How does this keep happening,” Amaranthe shook her head. Ama considered herself a recluse of sorts. She lived deep in the Caldera and could go months without seeing another soul. Then Cherry, the little lost jelluxi, had suddenly appeared so she had taken pity on the thing. Then a few days after she had prepared her garden, a wild hoppopper had appeared in her garden. Cherry had unfortunately befriended the dang thing which meant it didn’t leave, and Ama was for...

The humming of the caldera vibrated through Amaranthe’s fins. Despite the coming harvest, the air still felt the same as the day before, the one before that, and the days before even that. Things were to be different yet everything was the same. Or maybe it was just her perception that everything was the same. It was hard to tell. Ama was always a recluse and preferred her own company to the company of others. The only companion other than her own mind she tolerated was Cherry...