'I'll come.' You decide that the mushroom's offer has no visible drawbacks, and hospitality is always a nice thing to experience. Which reminds you . . . 'Oh, thank you very much, er...?'
'My name? Oh. It's Fungi, which fits because I'm a fun guy. Get it?' The mushroom has a short yet intense fit of laughter before gaining its composure. You're not sure it's that funny, but you're not about to dump on someone who's offering you food and safety for free. 'Hahaha! Oh, that line always cracks me up! What's your name?'
'Tara'.
'Well, my tribe'll be glad to have you, Tara. No thanks needed. Let's get going.'
You and the mushroom have been walking for about twenty minutes, when a question comes to mind. 'Fungi. You mentioned Shadehour earlier. What is it?'
'Shadehour is the opposite of Shinehour--what we're in now. See how bright it is?' It points to the sky. 'Once that bright sphere has done its job for the day, it'll go away and a grey-and-purple one will take its place. Shadehour is, as you can probably tell, not a very bright time of day. So--'
'Like day and night on Earth!' You cut Fungi off accidentally in your excitement at something in this world making sense to you. Fungi just raises an eyebrow at this.
'Uh . . . yeah. I guess? What's an air-rith? Is that where you're from?'
'Yes', you say flatly, feeling stupid that you halfway expected Fungi to know what you were talking about.
'Anyyyywayyy,' Fungi continues without breaking stride. 'Shadehour is dangerous because the Negi come out to hunt for souls. If you can't fight or know Syngery you're . . . well, you're forefeit. Much as I'd hate to say it.'
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