Days had slipped by since Noirette and Blanchette traversed the mushroom biome, their path north winding through fractured dells and spore-veiled ridges.
The air had thinned gradually, the humid press of fungal growth yielding to crisp winds that carried the bite of high altitude.
At some point, Blanchette stopped wearing her witch hat.
"I'm bored of it already," was her reason. Though, he was still working on her own project per requirement of staying as a member of the Mage Court.
Her other argument as to why she didn't need to wear a hat was because she would always be with Noirette, who still wore her comfy hat out of obligation.
"I'm not surprised in the slightest."
Noirette had been hard testing her control over Malleable Essence for the past few days, and she was quite satisfied by the progress she made.
