"I don't know," Mistral admits, looking at it. "I've seen them all over, but there are a lot more in the swamp."

The Magelets are whispering among themselves now, looking at the next tree-sized flower-mushroom over. A little gratuitous use of ice spells later, and they've made a decent bridge. They add railings as an afterthought when they realize making ice bridges in warm places means they're quickly slippery. And there they go, heading across before it melts!