Firestorm Event

It had started out as such a wonderful, peaceful day. The sun had been shining and the tiny fungi morph had made friends, something they haven't done without troubles for some time. Now the tan and brown esk, barely the size of a kitten, was being flown out of a catastrophe the likes of which they had never seen. Lightning they were familiar with, but in their semi tropical forest they never had a problem with brushfires. And this one... was terrifying. Muscimol wasn't sure how to process it all.

Song, one of the ones who had played with them, was now their rescuer. When away from their boundary they tired easily. When out of their Biome entirely like they were now, they didn't have the strength to levitate. Song was so brave, helping several others find a way out of the fire. Now it was only Muscimol being a burden to them, laying on their back with little else they could do. Nearly invisible from fear and stress, they could only hope they were also light. It took gathering up what little strength they had in them to turn and look back at the devastation. The fire seemed almost alive with the lightning striking at just the right places... the huge plume of blackness in the middle of it all... the big glowing blue eyes... wait. Eyes?! The tiny esk buried itself deeper into Song's fur. Its okay, Song seemed to hum to them, I have you.

Eventually though, Song landed and Muscimol joined the onlookers. And brave song, they went off to search for Ventru. Being together with so many others both calmed Muscimol's nerves of loneliness and made them anxious as they were aware not all esk were kindly... but one whom didn't introduce themselves let the fungi morph ride on top of them. About deer sized... or maybe horse sized? and colors seeming to shift between bright blue and golden brown, it gave them a decent vantage point when Ventru blazed his way back across the fields. Muscimol did not know much about Ventru other then they were a fast, powerful esk of the plains which commanded much respect. When they mentioned they could not stop the fire, or had not before, this abnormal one whom he was with gasped in shock. Apparently this had happened before? Was Ventru not the guardian? The tiny esk didn't know what to do. Muscimol almost let them self disappear back to the Laural Forest where they belonged (where they might be safe) but there was talk of guardians and water and RAIN. Muscimol hated rain but they had to admit, it might be for the best here.

The esk they rode on now made its way to these magical totems of the plains, as ash and embers continued to spread and choke the air the esk were lucky enough to not have to breathe. It felt like it took an eternity, the esk gaining blessings one by one. The scared little fungi was so lost in themselves they didn't even notice when the esk they happened to be riding on was next in line. Panic set in for a moment. No no no no, I can't control rain, I hate rain, rain is bad please don't- but a soft light surrounded them and seemed to brush their face. It encompassed Muscimol. It wasn't just rain magic, but whatever guardian's spirit may remain in the stone. They had been kind, and now they soothed even this small visitor. It was hard not to accept a blessing when they had not felt so safe since they were first transformed.

It wasn't just rain. Some soon found they could summon small streams of water, or rising puddles which soon formed into ponds of cool relief across the field. Muscimol, given new energy from the stone guardian. The deer sized esk ran off somewhere to do their part. Muscimol finally had strength enough to move, though not run around, and tried their new abilities. And yet... nothing happened.

I should have known, even now I'm useless. They sulked. A cry of frustration rose nearby from another esk. Was Muscimol not the only one?

NO NO NO, the angry one wailed, All I can do is make dew and tiny puddles! What good is this?! She turned and looked to the fungi esk, and it was only then that Muscimol realized they had been staring. And what is it that you want? To mock me? I won't stand fo-

Oh no! N-not at all, I was just... I can't seem to do anything either. My enchantment is broken... Muscimol tried, not that they ever had such a power before, to activate their enchantment. The dew the angry, purple esk made rose off of the leaves and began gathering in the air.

Wait... The angry one seemed to think for a moment. Come with me. Without waiting for Muscimol's reaction, they ran by, scooping up the tiny esk and running straight at the fire. My name is Arabella. Hope you don't mind. Muscimol screamed, and ducked into the other's fur, desperately hoping they would go back. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Push the water TOWARD the fire! Muscimol looked up and indeed, all the water Arabella was making was now streaming behind them at break neck speeds. Something clicked and Muscimol willed movement, as hard as it was, to go toward the danger. Now there was a great deal more rain, but sideways. Good, now try to aim downward a little, into the base of it. The frightened esk did as they were told and soon the pair was a wall of water, putting out fires at their root as the more common rain kept things contained from above.

Muscimol wasn't sure what to make of everything, but was certainly grateful they could be of help. It gave them just enough pride to sit up during their run around, rather then bundling into the other's fur once more. They could only hope whatever blue eyes they had seen in the smoke before wasn't as terrible as they had thought...