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Kahlan, Cara, and Richard have an adventure with Mother Nature. Warning! Femslash!

Chapter 1: Magic Mushrooms

The sun was creeping down the horizon as Kahlan, Richard, and Cara made camp.

Zed had left the group several hours earlier after being asked for help by a local farmer whose young daughter was seriously ill.

Richard and Cara gathered firewood while Kahlan looked for mushrooms, roots, and tubers for soup. She found a catch near a meadow. Delighted, she quickly gathered the mushrooms…even though they were a slightly different color than what she was familiar with from the kitchens of Aydindril. Well, she thought brightly…Richard is a woodsman…surely he will know if they are edible.

Richard looked at the mushrooms and with a smile nodded much to Kahlan's relief. "Those are quite common back home." Darkness was already upon them so there wasn't time to find more. She didn't want to go to sleep another night on an empty stomach.

It wasn't long until the aroma of the soup reached Cara's nose. Hundreds of yards away she sighed…giving up on the rabbit she'd try to snare. "I suppose we'll have fungus soup again," she rolled her eyes disgusted with her inability to score meat for the pot.

After eating Richard, Kahlan, and Cara sat in companionable silence as the night wore on. "Zed probably won't be back till morning," Richard said suddenly… a smile crossing his face. "If I know him…he's stuffing himself with pheasant smothered in blackberry sauce right about now."

Kahlan and Cara both snorted with laughter envisioning the old wizard regaling the farmer's family with tales of magic and adventure as he stuffed his face. "That man does love to eat and entertain!" Kahlan's blue eyes sparkled with merriment. "I have never seen someone so skinny…put so much food away without gaining an ounce."

Cara smirked and added, "Mord Sith love to eat good food, too….mainly savory roasted meat! Maybe we should find that farmhouse." She quickly held both hands up…her tone defensive. "No offense to your soup…Kahlan…but I think I'd rather have what Zed's having. Now a meal like that makes my mouth water."

Kahlan grinned at her, "I don't know where all your food goes either." She could not help but notice Cara's flat as "a washboard" abs.

Suddenly Kahlan felt so strange…the trees seemed alive as the shadows reached for her. Wow! She felt sooo good. Everything was so pretty! Aahhh…loookk at Cara. She was so sexy…all that frowning ferociousness in red leather.

"I think I'll take off my clothes," Kahlan giggled. Cara looked at her like she'd suddenly grown two heads. "What?" Cara yelped as Kahlan slid over and tried to kiss her. "Confessor…what magic is this? Lord Rahl!" Cara's voice rose in alarm as she vainly tried to hold Kahlan at bay.

Cara looked frantically across the campfire and found the Seeker on his back singing a ditty. "Ohhh… I danced at the inn at Flannery's Field…lassies…ale...found the inside of the village jail." He jumped to his feet at Cara's cry and began to dance a jig…spinning around like a fool Cara thought with incredulity.

A silly grin split his face when Cara asked him directly. "What the Keeper is wrong with you…Seeker?" Her face screwed up with distaste at his off key singing. Cara paled as Kahlan began removing her clothes.

The Mord Sith's mouth hung open…a guilty flutter of anticipation reaching her stunned brain. She had to admit this was something of a fantasy…even though she knew it could get out of hand in a hurry.

"Ok…Confessor…just stay here and remove your clothes…I'll be right back."

"Will you kiss me then?" Kahlan asked sweetly.

After Kahlan dropped her last piece of clothing…she had Richard's undivided attention…the silly song fading on his lips as his eyes widened with fascination. "You're so beautiful Kahlan Amnell! You have wings he whispered in awe…when did you grow wings? Are you an angel? Confessor Angel!" He grinned foolishly.

Kahlan ignored him as she walked in search of the fleeing Mord Sith. "Don't be silly Richard…I don't have wings…I don't need wings to fly," she began flapping her arms. "I'm flying…I'm flying," she sang. Richard joined her…both flapping away as they moved around the clearing.

Cara watched from the shadows and suddenly giggled. She covered her mouth choking on her laughter…astonished she had actually- giggled. Mord Sith do not giggle…she reminded herself sternly, but another giggle slipped through. She just could not help herself.

The comical sight of the Mother Confessor and Lord Rahl acting like 5 year olds skipping around just cracked her up. Flying indeed! Ohhh nooo…what is happening to me? Shaking her head, she tried to clear the haze.

Everything suddenly seemed brighter…almost fluorescent…did that tree just move…she asked herself quietly as she became fascinated by the antics of a moth flittering around her head. Hey there little fellow…I think I'd like to break you…my pet.

Taking her agile, she touched the moth and with a zap it was gone. Cara frowned. "I'm sorry…I just wanted a friend," she pouted. Regretfully she shrugged and turned her attention back to the two in the clearing.

Kahlan was now dancing around the fire stark naked…her perfect fair skin gleaming in the firelight. Wow! Cara leered…delicious! Fingering her agile, a devious smile spread across her face as a naughty idea began to form.