on the body, I felt a wolf running through the grass around the forest, fearing to run into the mushroom thicket. She did not need to see, but from somewhere she already knew that it was Borislav in his second guise that was running around the forest, sniffing around and looking for Svetlana's traces. Somehow she knew where every mushroom grows, every tree, felt their delight at the feeling of a resurgent life, and she herself was on the same wave of happiness. Life around raged and flourished. For some time she lay with her eyes wide open, trying to understand whether this was true or even the echoes of sleep, when the creaky voice of Grandfather Heale made her distract from new sensations.

- Good morning, girl! All night I did not close my eyes, thinking how to thank you. I still do not know whether you will accept our gift. How to explain you do not know what it is. But we are all one family, that one knows - they know everything that one feels - everyone feels. Therefore, I decided to simply show you our world through my eyes. You dreamed to know about us, now you can find out not only about us, but each of us as he knows himself.

Svetlana got up from the ground, the familiar little pig, and her favorite nightly toy, hardly wriggled out of the vagina swollen from the nightly fun and immediately lost the feeling of this close relationship with the outside world. She again became just a young girl. The truth is excellent sleep and in excellent mood. And the grandfather went on to say that if she did not refuse their gift, she would be able to contact them in any place where the mushrooms grow and learn about everything that the mushrooms in the area know. And mycelium penetrate the farthest corners of the earth, are connected with each other by the thinnest threads and are almost everywhere, except for arid deserts, rocky mountains and water. Out of habit, the embarrassed girl began to convince her grandfather that she hadn’t done anything special, she just told how to block the river bed. To which Grandfather Heale answered that she only saved his people from slow death from thirst, he would be glad to offer her much more, but their community is not rich, and he simply does not know how to thank her in another way. What if she refuses, makes him deeply unhappy, because of that.

Sveta, of course, agreed, and the joyful grandfather was happy to talk about the additional bonuses offered to the gift. Now, sitting on any mushroom, she seemed to be connected to her. True mushroom must continue to grow out of the ground. A sort of online local spill. In addition, she could not only see the eyes of mushrooms, but also sent a mental call, talk to her grandfather or other mushrooms that she met during the week. Also, according to my grandfather, if she is tormented by thirst or the body is poisoned by wounds, the mycelium will collect moisture and useful substances from the soil and give it to her, although the process is not fast. But if you go to bed tormented by thirst or not very serious injuries, then by the morning she will feel much better. To continue to understand how her new connection to the local Internet works, she decided later, but for now she went to look at the results of her work on the hill. Her grandfather followed Khil and nearby, but without approaching closely, there were always three of his grandsons, like bodyguards, looking after Sveta. Although it may not bodyguards, and the supervisors. Sveta, for the umpteenth time, was trying to look askance, how could they move on one leg? They did not jump, but slowly and smoothly, as if gliding along the ground, circling stones and snags. The grass behind them did not crush, as if parting and immediately closing in behind. Look under their feet or ask, Light shy, but from a distance could not understand. But now, having in her hands a new tool for exploring the world around her, she hoped to sort out the question that tormented her.

Climbing up the hill, she was surprised at the changes that had occurred overnight. Water flooded the already huge, as far as the eye could see area.Realizing the basics of irrigation for the week of working with Sveta, now they themselves were pushing grass and soil somewhere, forming a net of brooks. Somewhere on the contrary, they blocked the way of excessively accelerated water. The forest darkened, became more humid, among the morning mist could be seen islands of grass with numerous new mushroom caps. Her Japanese stone pedestals were gradually covered with moss, and on the stumps and snags laid down the first families of honey agarics appeared. She felt that her work was finished here, and she didn’t know what to add to the picture, and her thirst for wandering drove her further. She told her grandfather that she would like to go further, to which he replied to her that her people would like to express their respect and love for her, and if he doesn’t mind, then all evening together they will celebrate the return of the former greatness of the Dark Forest, and tomorrow morning spend it.

Svetlana would never have thought that she would see round dances of mushrooms, but today it was them. In almost complete silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves, an unprecedented action unfolded before it. Multicolored hats slowly circled around her with strange rings, curls, arcs, forming intricate patterns, the mushrooms intersected in various places, but moved smoothly and in strict sequence so harmoniously that they never even collided with hats. Sveta remembered that all these, so different and large and small creatures, are essentially one huge organism. Next to it, only one boletus mushroom remained immovable, greatly increased in size during the week of training. He no longer looked like that funny boy whom she saw for the first time. He was already a young man, modestly standing and occasionally casting glances at the Light, in the hope that she would nevertheless deserve his attention. Svetlana knew what she had to do, but for the first time she did not pretend to be asleep, but she herself had to go up and sit down on a brown hat.

It was a shame, she stretched out her hand to the mushroom and stroked. The hat was smooth and oily. Mushroom fluttered under her arm and tucked the edges of his cap to the leg, as if he closed an umbrella. Now she learned the secret of how such a large mushroom managed to sneak into it at night. Without a second thought, she threw her leg over him and boldly crouched over him. He seemed to have jumped towards her with difficulty straightening himself and straightening the folds inside her. Immediately the world changed, as if another eye appeared, which saw farther and farther and farther apart. She closed her eyes, and became one with the forest. This view was not only unfolding in front of her, the mushrooms of the whole forest moved simultaneously in a single dance, charming and hypnotic figures made the mind think and feel along with the mushrooms. Among the different colors of emotions, she caught the sadness of parting, at first she thought with her, but then realized that today she had never seen Milly, who was near her every day and was ready to fulfill any of her requests. She was not in the forest among the dancing figures, but still she was here. Sveta listened to her feelings, tried to mentally call her, but wanted to answer her call herself. And then she realized that Millie was dissolved in her, became a part of her, she became the very link between the girl and the world of mushrooms. And the hypnotic charms all took her thoughts away from herself to the general, she stopped associating herself with a person, and became a part of this world. The holiday ended deep past midnight, but Sveta no longer felt time, hunger, thirst. She was part of the forest and lived with him in the dance, and when the dance was over she fell asleep and was not disconnected from the net.

The next morning brought coolness, and shivering from the cold, Light cut off the thin threads of the mushroom mushroom, still protruding from it and connecting it to the ground. Immediately she felt lonely and opened her eyes. The sun was just about to rise above the earth, while dispersing only the predawn twilight. Sveta never wondered whether the mushrooms were sleeping, but Grandfather Heale stood beside her and looked at her, as did his unchanged three grandsons.After a week spent in their society, and together with mushrooms feeling their own and their sensations, Sveta was no longer shy, as it was at the beginning. Immediately in front of them, she crouched, with a familiar movement grabbed the thick leg of the boletus, hardly twisted it out of its juicy red scar, sadly noting the unpleasant emptiness that had formed. Seeing her on the road, he pointed to Sveta's hands, and she noticed a ruby ​​ring glittering on her finger. Grandfather said that it would be better if she would not tell anyone about her new abilities, because for a very long time the mushrooms had not made such gifts to anyone. And she would be better off if no one knew about it. And to the volkolak she must show this ring, what is the power of this ring, he does not remember, but the ring belonged to one of the ancient kings. Therefore, the guardians reward for the test should reassure. Rich enough to check whether the test was passed, but not valuable enough to hunt for it. And about her work, she can say as it is, she untiringly cleared a clogged stream all week to put water into another part of the forest.

With regret, dressing and remembering her dream, Sveta knew exactly where Borislav settled for the night, and when she came out right to him, the wolf jumped up in surprise. Truth and Light was frightened that Borislav in the form of a wolf might not recognize her. They certainly didn’t manage to talk, but the big wolf calmly approached her, sniffed and lay down at her feet. Sveta stroked the smooth gray wool, and together they moved to the side of the road, moving further away from the mushroom forest.