Long, hard hike yesterday. Crashed when we made camp. The trail went up over the saddle between two of the smaller mountains so we were uphill most of the day, but I think the downhill after was harder on my legs. Liam was hoping to get back on schedule so we kept on until evening. Another day of the same today should get us where we’re supposed to be, except there shouldn’t be a mountain in the way. We could even see the light of a town once it got dark lsat night. We’re not going there, but a little bit of civilization made me feel… I don’t know. More grounded? Not like I’m in a fairytale.
Later… If I ever see Pinky again, I am kicking his little fae ass. I don’t even care that Steph will stomp me into the ground afterward. That little shit gave Mischa an aphrodisiac. Mischa! He’ll already fuck anything and anyone that moves. We spent the day pulling him off of trees. Trees! The first time it happened, I thought he was just being his idiot self. The second time, we dragged him off it. The third time, I threatened to leave him behind, but Liam said we couldn’t.
After that, though, I asked him what was going on. He looked worse for wear, and kind of manic. Quinn thought maybe he’d tried a mushroom or something. But no, he decided to try this little bottle of liquid that Pinky had passed on to him. He showed it to me. The label said “Pine for you” and that fucker has some sense of humor. A few drops. Mish swigged it. He’s been trying to fuck every pine tree we’ve passed.
Head to toe, covered in patches of sap and needles. Clothes, skin, hair. And scratches everywhere because the pine trees are not loving him back.
It finally wore off after supper and he’s spent the evening using up our cooking oil trying to get the sap off. I confiscated the bottle from Pinky.