marcus
I want it all give me everything that you got
"I think cutting will be fine." he said, glancing back to Nina. "When I've harvested other mushrooms in the Greenwing, I've found the best way is to cut them clean at the stem." He adjusted course slightly, angling toward a low shelf of wind-carved drifts where the tundra broke into ripples and frozen folds. The ground here was more fractured. Perfect places for stubborn life to hide.
Marcus lifted a hand, signaling a quiet pause as he scanned ahead. At first there was only moonlight. Silver on white, glare and shadow playing tricks with depth, little evidence of what they were searching for. It was in times like these that he wished he had the ability to partially shift, knwoing his eagle eyes would help him.
Then something different caught his eye. Nestled in a long, thin fissure no wider than his hand, a cluster of tiny lights glowed up from the ice. Blue-white and gentle, like breath against glass. From a distance they looked exactly like he’d imagined. His grin came quick. "Moonshrooms."
He closed the distance. Up close they were delicate. Marcus reached into his pack for a small knife and a wrap of cloth, then looked up at Nina, eyes bright in the reflected glow. "Good sign," Marcus almost chirped, "where there’s one cluster, there’re usually more nearby." At least that was true of other mushrooms in the Greenwing.
Marcus lifted a hand, signaling a quiet pause as he scanned ahead. At first there was only moonlight. Silver on white, glare and shadow playing tricks with depth, little evidence of what they were searching for. It was in times like these that he wished he had the ability to partially shift, knwoing his eagle eyes would help him.
Then something different caught his eye. Nestled in a long, thin fissure no wider than his hand, a cluster of tiny lights glowed up from the ice. Blue-white and gentle, like breath against glass. From a distance they looked exactly like he’d imagined. His grin came quick. "Moonshrooms."
He closed the distance. Up close they were delicate. Marcus reached into his pack for a small knife and a wrap of cloth, then looked up at Nina, eyes bright in the reflected glow. "Good sign," Marcus almost chirped, "where there’s one cluster, there’re usually more nearby." At least that was true of other mushrooms in the Greenwing.
The full transplant bleeding with a new heart
