#❪ ⋅ ◍ 〵 — IT DID NOT WEEP ; IT SAW.┊❛ ic ❜ ❫

[knifechased]

     [ Robin ]

     ❝ this soil appears rich in organic matter. it would likely decompose a body rather quickly. ❞ the archaeologist kneels, back turned, to swipe away at some leaf litter covering the dark earth below. after a moment or two, she stands again and turns back to face the man, a hand outstretched and holding a debris covered and ugly looking ( but highly valued ) fungus as an offering.   ❝ there are certain mushrooms that appear on carcasses as well. ❞ 

          【 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊. 】                     @cptnslog 【 Robin. 】     

    Both hands come together to carefully cradle the item she's presenting to him, automatically accepting it before he's even identified what it is. At a glance, he almost mistook it for a compressed piece of the very soil she was describing only moments prior. He rolls it within his palms and inspects it more meticulously, before the realization of what he's actually holding abruptly dawns on him.

     ❝ ...Oh!      It's a truffle! ❞

Now understanding the significance of the gift, he mindfully brushes off a few clumps of dirt from its body, and analyzes its quality under the stray dapples of filtering in through the trees.

     ❝ This is a good find!      Are there any more? ❞

The moment he's asked, he's leaning closer to where she first scavenged the fungus. There's an authentic intrigue in his tone; conspicuous unabashed eagerness. Whilst the truffle remains carefully protected in his a curved hand, he squats down to the ground to take a look for himself. If she had been implying signs of a decaying carcass in this area, he seems entirely unconcerned about the suggestion.

     ❝ These are rare, so we should take all of them if there's others. I can make risotto. ❞

The scarcity of this particular type of fungus isn't something she should need to be reminded of, though perhaps the notion of freshly prepared truffle risotto will inspire a surge of motivation to help him find more.

The energy in him has abruptly changed; now more evidently enthusiastic with the prospect of gathering the rare ingredient.      Internally, without any intention to ask her this out loud, he wonders if this exchange is not dissimilar to when someone picks fresh flowers for a pretty girl.           He seems rather pleased with his gift.