Few times in the caves did Karma feel truly camouflaged, but being curled at the base of trees did the trick. The caramel colored fawn was often difficult to discern in the underbrush, among the mottled lamp light as it passed through the plants. Though her latest pursuits often found her lurking in Canis or Orion, she came here at times to sink into blissful sleep, confident that she was safe more than her other encounters. This was the mission she came with today: find a shaded grove and rest, for much was happening in her world. None of it followed her here, to her lush world of food and safety- or so she thought.

Karma was not one who felt connected to the plants, like some of the others, but even she could feel some kind of unrest bristling through the ferns. Was it magical? Every step made her more uneasy as she traversed familiar earthen paths, feeling a sort of buzzing in her head she’d come to associate with strong, ancient magic. The kind of magic that usually went about trying to kill her. It fed her curiosity and her fears in nearly equal measure, the thrill of adventure wrestling against self-preservation in a bloody, vicious brawl.

She had nearly given the feeling up as a false alarm when the giant mushroom came into view, and with it a much smaller figure. Unable to resist, she drew closer, terribly interested in what the other gembound was doing. She stopped dead, however, as she saw the tendrils reaching out, immediately understanding the sense of foreboding that had made her nervous in the first place. “Watch OUT!” she cried, her gemstone antler glowing brightly, reaching out with her magic to try to grab the furry form and pull it away from the offending tendrils.