New Region

“I don’t think we’ve ever ventured outside of the desert or the forest before.” Myles said. He wrapped the scarf tighter around his neck. They hadn’t even left the station yet and he was freezing. It was brutal, worse than that winter he spent up in Canada. He glanced at his girlfriend. Nia was already going blue in the face, but it had been her idea to go ingredient scouting in the first place. She was a desert girl, this climate was like a total systems shock. “You okay?” Myles asked.

”I’m f-fine.” Nia said. She was wearing a short sleeved shirt with two fluffy sweaters over it, a big, puffy jacket, a scarf, mittens, boots, and two pairs of socks. And she was still freezing. But she would do anything, anything, for good shrooms. “L-let’s go!” She said confidently. Then the doors opened and a gust of wind swept snow into their faces. Nia retreated back inside.

Myles reached for her backpack. “The d-directions are i-in the side pouch.” She said quietly.

He kissed the top her head. “Be back in an hour. Here.” He took off his scarf and used it wrap her horns up. She curled up on the uncomfortable, plastic chair. Then Myles exited the station in search of shrooms.