everyday is a winding road ((open))

Victoire was sitting in the grass outside the library on a blanket plucking some dandelions. At the moment, she was occupied with how to start a fungi colony on campus. It was too monotonous seeing nothing but flowers and the occasional weeds. It needed to be spiced up a bit.

Biting her lip, she began going through her satchel trying to see if she has anything on her to promote fungi growth.