What should she make? To tackle the situation, Merida decided to divide it into several steps and started from the top. First, her undergarments were the most important as she planned to make the ceremony quick and jump at Arad right after.
"Merida." A fungal sprout grew out of her hand, and it looked at her with a demonic yellow eye. "Do we even need a bra? The mycelium holds us tight in place."
Merida could feel the mycelium fibres inside her chest growing and making her breasts as dense as tire rubber, then, they were as solid and elastic as steel, able to withstand cannon fire without even deforming much.
"We might not have anything to hold in place, but they have other purposes, like looking good." Merida surprisingly understood well what she wanted to wear underneath her clothes, and that was clearly because she only cared about her time with Arad and nothing else.
