Date: 2023-09-21 04:21 am (UTC)
elementsofchaos: (smile)
With a nod, Jovan goes to pull on socks and sneakers. The ones he got for Sal sit right next to his shoes by the sliding side door. While Sal puts those on, Jovan gathers up a couple of mesh drawstring bags and a flat slab of plastic that pops open into a storage bin. Into one corner of the bin he sets a lidded plastic container.

"Here, take one of the bags. We'll use them to carry things like tubers or bulky food. The more fragile stuff we find goes in this bin, berries in the smaller container. Watch your step out there, could be uneven terrain and you don't want to trip."

Once they're equipped, Jovan leads Sal into the woods. He doesn't hurry, moving slowly and looking down at the ground around his feet often. A few times he stops and crouches down, brushing away fallen leaves and studying the dirt. Finally he grins when one of his searches reveals some trumpet-like, dark mushrooms. "Awesome. These are usually hard to find but they're worth it." He gestures for Sal to watch how he plucks them carefully out of the soil. "Black chanterelles, also known as trumpet of the dead."

He doesn't have to tell Sal that searching for these things is a lot easier when you can simply sense them. Looking in empty spots just makes the deception more convincing.
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