Winter 4, 511 AV Location: Unknown Aello sighed as amber-colored tree sap trickled between her fingers. The color and consistency reminded her of maple syrup, a treat from the time she was a mere child, living in her parent's house and eating her mother's pancakes. But she knew the sap was nothing like that. Instead, it was merely a fragment, a small piece of something truly sweet. Something sticky and bitter, meant to tempt the weak before gluing their mouths shut for a time. Aello ignored it, she would not be tempted. The woman organized the wood she had gathered half-heartedly. Sorting them into separate groups based on their relative size. When she was done, she plucked two strips of wood from the stack with the tallest pieces, and leaned them up against each other. When she was done, she took another two pieces, and used them to support the triangle the first two had made. From there, she kept on adding more wood, circling the strips around the teepee she was making, until a time in which only a thin strip of space remained. An opening into the wooden structure she had created. Aello wiped the sweat that had gathered upon her brow using the back of her arm. She glanced up at the sky, noting how the sun had risen even closer to its zenith. Its rays filtering through the line of trees, largely deflected or halted completely by their twisting, barren branches. It's almost noon, she thought, as she turned back to her work. As she moved over to the pile of kindling she had gathered- a series of sticks and fallen brown leaves. She pulled a small stack, a mixture of both components off the top of her pile, and forced them into the opening of her teepee. When she had finished, she reached into her pocket, and extracted her flint and steel. From there, Aello moved back over to the site of her wooden teepee and knelt beside it. Closest to the opening in the wood. Her legs curled beneath her slender form, so that she rested atop her feet. Her flesh began to grow cold from the stiff earth that rested beneath her, offering her a cushy bed for her aching flesh, her sore muscles. The cursed dagger seemed only to absorb the cold; the cruel nature of the forest. The metal that comprised it seemed to cool off considerably, further chilling the young spiritist to the bone. But Aello ignored this too, just like she ignored the fact that some of the tree sap around her pointer finger was beginning to pool and sink towards the earth. Preparing to drip away from her pale flesh. The girl's fingers curled around the flint. Around the steel. She lowered them towards the ground, towards the opening, and then, began to strike the steel against the flint. Dragging its length across the stone repeatedly. Listening to them click together as she picked up the pace, hoping to get a spark a little sooner than usual. For a long time, nothing happened. Everything was silent, save for the incessant clicking of Aello's instruments. But after several bells, the first sparks came to life. Spurts of light, of flame, which appeared closest to lightning than anything else. Lightning in the shape of a young flame. Still golden, not quite warm, or smoldering like a roaring, orange flame. Within another few bells, Aello had managed to light the kindling at the base of her wooden teepee. She pulled her hands away from it, as the yellow flames licked the underside of her pile of kindling. As they wound their way upwards, curling leaves, and crackling as it spread its arms, and welcomed life. As it took on an orange edge, and began to send off tiny tendrils of grey smoke. Aello put the flint and steel back into her pocket, and lowered herself onto her hands and knees. She blew lightly on the fire, fanning the flame a bit, before righting herself. She knelt, and held her hands out to the fire, allowing it to warm her limbs. Allowing it to cause the sap that lined them to harden, and then, slowly, flake away. When all the sap had left her flesh, and her hands had begun to warm up, Aello reached for her bag, which rested a short distance from her, closer. She opened the top flap and dug around inside, looking for something to eat, when she came up short, she growled. "Bloody heck, is everything gone already?" Aello groaned, as she reluctantly got to her feet, and picked up her bow. She held it tightly in her left hand for a moment, basking in its familiar feel, before reaching for her bag, and putting it back in its rightful place, alongside her quiver filled with arrows. When that was done, she moved off, away from her fire. She knew it was best not to leave the element unattended, but she figured it would be alright for a few bells, while she went to search the nearby area for something to fill her belly with. |