84th Spring 513AV
8th Bell
Camp was set up in sheltered location between a cluster of large boulders, a spot that protected those that had nestled there in the past - and present for that matter - with their tents. The warm glow of light from the spring sun barely reaching the sky. Shades of purples and blues were stretched across it, shadows barely visible against it. And it was during that ungodly time that Fallon made herself rise from her sleep filled state, and tend to the glowing embers of the camp fire. The air was fresh, a stillness upon it that she was unexpected. Not that she complained. Stretching herself out, the squire knelt over the camp fire, poking at the dulled embers, an encouragement for it to grow into a small flame once more. When it did not, the girl cautiously scouted around the edge of the camp, Kukri in hand whilst she searched for a smaller fuel to encourage its growth.
Fingers curled around smaller twigs, pulling them up from the ground whilst a couple of larger ones were tucked underneath her arm. More would have to be gathered later on, but for now it was a start. In the growing light, the girl returned to the camp, and settled down her load. She fed the twigs to the embers, gently blowing on them and leaning back as a wisp of smoke rose from it. She gave a cough, and fanning away the smoke with her hand before tending to it once more. She pushed the cool ash away from the smoke, wincing back as she applied more tinder to the fire, the embers growing into sparks and igniting it.
Leaning back on her haunches Fallon picked up one of the larger branches, studying the dead bark upon it carefully before her fingers worked upon peeling it off. Damp wood was bad for fires, or more correctly it had a tendency to make them smoke instead of producing heat- that and it was generally unpleasant. She threw down some larger sticks, before continuing once more at pulling at the bark of a larger one she had picked up. Looking down the length of it studied it carefully, looking at the tiny knots that covered it. Fingers worked once more at pulling off smaller branches that were attached. Taking up the Kukri in one hand, and digging the end of the other into the ground.
The flames crackled, eyes watching it grow and burst forth into a stronger flame. She gave it a poke with a separate stick, before returning her attention to the piece she was working on. The kukri was raised, and scraped along the edge of it, a low scrapping movement of cold iron against wood. The bark was chipped away in a haphazard fashion. There was no skill behind it, the blade simply continued to slice down across it, catching in the gentle bends of the wood, but all the while the poor shavings and splinters fell against the ground. She turned it round, brushing away the dirt before turning her eyes to the sky. Soon the world would come into life, and the day once more would begin. And when it did, Fallon would begin too.
Fingers curled around smaller twigs, pulling them up from the ground whilst a couple of larger ones were tucked underneath her arm. More would have to be gathered later on, but for now it was a start. In the growing light, the girl returned to the camp, and settled down her load. She fed the twigs to the embers, gently blowing on them and leaning back as a wisp of smoke rose from it. She gave a cough, and fanning away the smoke with her hand before tending to it once more. She pushed the cool ash away from the smoke, wincing back as she applied more tinder to the fire, the embers growing into sparks and igniting it.
Leaning back on her haunches Fallon picked up one of the larger branches, studying the dead bark upon it carefully before her fingers worked upon peeling it off. Damp wood was bad for fires, or more correctly it had a tendency to make them smoke instead of producing heat- that and it was generally unpleasant. She threw down some larger sticks, before continuing once more at pulling at the bark of a larger one she had picked up. Looking down the length of it studied it carefully, looking at the tiny knots that covered it. Fingers worked once more at pulling off smaller branches that were attached. Taking up the Kukri in one hand, and digging the end of the other into the ground.
The flames crackled, eyes watching it grow and burst forth into a stronger flame. She gave it a poke with a separate stick, before returning her attention to the piece she was working on. The kukri was raised, and scraped along the edge of it, a low scrapping movement of cold iron against wood. The bark was chipped away in a haphazard fashion. There was no skill behind it, the blade simply continued to slice down across it, catching in the gentle bends of the wood, but all the while the poor shavings and splinters fell against the ground. She turned it round, brushing away the dirt before turning her eyes to the sky. Soon the world would come into life, and the day once more would begin. And when it did, Fallon would begin too.
