The World Walkers: Unknown World: Adara: Raining Mushrooms

[k_a_webb]

Written for wyld dandelyon’s prompt.

It had never happened before. It would probably never happen again. As Adara stared out of the window at the mushrooms that were falling from the sky she scribbled a note down to remind herself when it had happened before she made her way outside. The rain had slowed, so she wasn’t worried about being hit in the head by fungi, and she wanted to collect some of the different types she’d seen. When it first started she’d thought it was hail. Mushrooms hitting her roof sounded just like hail, until she realised what it was. Once she’d seen the mushrooms she could hear the slight difference in sound, as the mushrooms bounced much more gently than hail.

Thankfully Adara lived on the outskirts of one of the smaller villages, which meant she had more of the mushrooms to collect for herself. Some she vaguely recognised, as though she’d seen them in a book before but never in real life, while others were totally unknown. In all there were twelve different varieties and she knew she’d have to find out what they all were before she could use them. One looked like the edible mushrooms she often gathered in autumn, apart from the colour. She’d never before seen a purple mushroom.

Adara put one basket full into a barrel that she used for the apple harvest and then went back out again. The mushrooms were still falling, slowly. A couple hit her, but they didn’t do any damage, and they went into her basket with the other. She studied each one carefully, searching for anything that would tell her what they were or where they’d come from. Knowing at least where they’d come from would give her some idea of where to begin her research. It had never crossed her mind that something so strange might happen, although, as she thought, she realised something important that would help her with her research.

For the mushrooms to have come from another world the clouds must have, somehow, travelled through a door. If the cloud had travelled through a door then that gave Adara a starting point for her research. The problem was how a cloud would have made it’s way through a door, because it seemed an unlikely scenario. It seemed more likely that the mushrooms had come from one of the other continents, which would explain why the purple mushroom looked like one she knew, and that gave her a proper starting point. In order to learn about the mushrooms she needed to learn about her own world.

Unfortunately that wasn’t something that was going to be easy. No one Adara knew had ever travelled and that was part of the reason she’d chosen the village. That way they’d never know who she was. It made her feel safe for the first time in her life, but the mushrooms might mean she needed to step outside the bubble she’d created for herself. She stared down at them, trying to work out if they were really worth it, and as she did a shiver of trepidation went down her spine.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

Comments

*laugh*

[ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com]

Only you would make it rain mushrooms. I love your weird magical worlds so much!

I wonder if any of the mushrooms have magical qualities. That would be awesome.

>>cloud would have made it’s way through a door<<

That should say "its" above.