" My first description held true: I felt as though I was picking my way through a bit of forest that I had never seen before, and her words were like another experienced gleaner somewhere ahead of me calling back to say, There are blueberries down on the northern slope, or Good mushrooms by the birches over here, or There’s an easy way through the brambles on the left. She didn’t care how I got to the blueberries; she only pointed me in the proper direction and let me wander my way over to them, feeling out the ground beneath my feet. "

― Naomi Novik , Uprooted