On a spring morning, under heavy rain at dawn, Iris was born. Her family was nothing special, but they were loving. She grew up in a cozy house, at the edge of the woods. The house smelled like moss on humid days, and of pine tree when it was hot.

Iris remembers as a kid the smells of the mushrooms in the fall. She loved to forage them with her cat and her parents. Her dad knew all the mushrooms. The good ones, but the bad ones too.

At age 16, Iris started to show prowess with magic, and in just a few years, she was a Magus and was the protector of her village.

She found ways to imbue her magic with mushrooms. She was quite magical.

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