"W-whispers among the s-shrooms...t-they sing a song of an i-inquisitor in their m-midst..." Shroomina muttered to herself, her pale fingertips grazing over the tops of several nearby fungi. Her movements were slow and methodical. Her brow furrowed, the red tendrils that adorned her head rustling in tune with her restlessness.
"M-mushroom melodies don't l-lie...b-but why would an Inquisitor b-be here? A-after all these y-years?" she asked aloud, albeit mostly to herself. She let out a soft, unsettling giggle before falling silent again. Her delicate fingers continued to caress the mushrooms' caps, picking up the subtle pulsations they emitted.
Her eyes remained unfocused, only refocusing when she noticed a ripple through her network of fungi. The ground beneath her boots felt squishy, drenched in the recent rain's aftermath; it was perfect for her friends' growth.
Her paranoia flared up once more at the signal from her mycelium network, as she pushed away from the sanctuary of her mushroom circle. "I-inquisitor," she said aloud once more, this time with more firmness.
Her glassy white eyes scanned the forest surrounding her cautiously. The gloominess of nighttime playing tricks on her already warped perception. Shroomina could feel an odd sense of tranquility settle within her lean body; it was a peculiar feeling, one she had never experienced before. The hallucinations even seemed to quiet down for once.
With another mirthful giggle echoing in the quiet forest, Shroomina stepped forward into the illuminated clearing of the moon deliberately making herself visible as bait.
She sung lightly into the stillness of the night forest "Come out, come out, wherever you are~" as she waited for her new 'guest' to show himself.
