shroominâ || will & iann
ianncarderoâ:
Iann grouched as Will boasted, groaning,  âStop, stop, youâre being all adorable again, talking about your lack of bark decay and all. I got an automotive crisis here, I donât have time to admire your sequoia redwood nymph-pride!â Somehow as Iann complained, it turned into half-laughing. Â
He was only teasing; but on the other hand, he was getting more desperate about the state of his poor van. Iann loved that van dearly, the way other people loved their pets. Where sometimes he believed that hanging with his van was preferable to hanging with people. Â
âYou mean youâre not into lackeys?â Iann asked, too socially inept to realize the implications of what Will had spilled. That is, that the nymph had more interest specifically in being a friend, with Iann himself. It only occurred to the human as Will beelined towards the small stump.
âHey, are you - did you meanâŚâ Iann started, but it sounded juvenile to ask âdo you want to be friends?â. Fortunately, Will was already wiggling his butt onto the stump, as if it was the comfiest couch heâd found. Iann hadnât particularly expected any flashy magic, considering that the realm of witches and fairies. Nymphs could do some pretty incredible things of course, but as Iann watched Will, he realized heâd only seen nymph power during moments of great duress. And usually saving his human keister. Hm.Â
He made up for Willâs matter-of-fact proclamation with a loud clapping of his hands, and a hop, rearing to go.  âWell hot diggity-dog! Letâs do this thing, lead the way.â
The forest itself wasnât trying to stop them, so with Willâs expert guidance the path was pretty easyâŚand increasingly familiar. Not that Iann had much nature-intelligence, but it was his recent memories of this particular area of the forest that slowly became more and more apparent. Until they reached one particular area and Iann stopped. Â
âAh shit. Are we here? I know this place.â
Will gave a hearty laugh, in part at Iann's 'automotive crisis'âwhich he didn't understand in the slightestâand in part at being called adorable. He understood something of humans' attachment to their possessions, but surely the mushroom situation could be solved. Actually, it was looking far less of a problem by the minute: a car was considerably improved in being turned into a mushroom farm, by his standards.
"Yeah, lackeys. Fans. I might be, y'know, special or whatever, but no more special than anyone else. Being admired is great but it gets old quick. Rather just talk to a person straight up," he said, absolutely unabashed in his honesty. He did want to be friends with Iann, and any qualms he might have had about being direct about it were erased by the heady magic rushing through his blood.
"Looks like it," he said, stopping short of where the spell had been cast. He sniffed around the remains of a spell circle, the hint of blood and entrails. "You do? Seems like witch magic." Will asked, peering back over his shoulder at Iann.










