Amanita

Her parents hadn't really believed her when she'd told them she heard music on the wind; she was young, barely hatched, and it was rare for the babies of the Feymarch to hear anything across dimensions so young. But when her brother told them that he, too, heard someone singing, their parents frowned and simply told them to never venture anywhere unknown without an adult.

They didn't, Hari and Luthe. The unknown found them.

They'd woken in an unknown land - not the Gladekeeper's realm, nor the neighboring Plains of the Earthshaker or the Drag of the Tangled Wood. The land was bright but flat, with much sea and little land, small bushes rather than the thick, mossy trees of the Wilds: more barren, more empty. At first they were terrified, curling around each other like parenthesis, but eventually they ventured out into the open land beneath the strange, shadowed sun. Their first experiments with the wildlife were tentative and thrilling: berries that made them ill, but mushrooms that were filling; and they quickly learnt that the faster fish were the delicious ones, and the slow fish made them tired and lethargic.

They grew to love diving from the cliffs, plunging down towards the seas, either spreading glimmering wings at the last minute or tucking them in further to plunge into the refreshing deep. Hari laid the branches of shrubs into a nest; Luthe grew adept at plucking the quickest fish, twos and threes in each claw, and they went to sleep every night curled like commas and terrified but also pacified, by this strange wilderness.

When the clan matriarch Called them back, the Viridian Labyrinth looked both comforting and terrifying: bright with life, teeming with greens -- but no flat spaces, no low bushes or tumbling cliffs. Their parents were ecstatic; their brothers and sisters full of affection, and the matriarch calmly scolding -- but inside, Hari wanted an open plain, and a bed of branches, and the silence of cliffs.

This is why she and her brother were not afraid to come to the Earthshaker's domain: they had already been Summoned somewhere much farther; what did they have to worry about? Their clan had seen them differently since they'd returned: touched, murmured the elders; strange, whispered the hatchlings. And Hari missed the strange thrill of a new land; she wanted to travel, even though she feared the foreign world would Call once again and strand them there, alone.

She and Luthe had soared from the Gladekeeper's domain and danced, wrapping around each other, beating paths in the sky - childish antics meant to distract them from the change - when Hari saw them, below, on the way to their new home.

Cliffs.