Completed Through Hardship Comes Inspiration

[Karin]

41st Winter, 516
On the beach of Syka
"Speech"
"Others"

The cacophony of birds, animals, and insects that all woke at seemingly the same time brought Karin from her restless slumber with a jolt. Blearily, she looked around. The tide was at an ebb, far down the soft slope of the beach. She lay awkwardly curled up on the cold, hard sand, her cloak padded with her towel acting as a blanket. Where she was, the dim forest lurked over the beach, and she was tucked near the base of a tree in case it had rained in the night. It seemed she had been in luck, so she stretched, feeling all the bones click in her body. Then she stood, and started to pack her 'blanket' away.

It took no time at all. The woman was cold, alone, and hungry, but she was still happy. The sun was tentatively touching the horizon now, and the ocean was calm and still. Soon it would probably warm up, but in the meantime she began rooting around in the undergrowth, searching for adequate kindling. There was a cold ache to her bones- despite the softness of sand when walked on, to sleep on it was less than pleasant.

Soon she had collected a paltry amount of the driest wood she'd been able to find and placed it carefully down on a small pit she had excavated with her hands in the sand. Building a fire was something she knew, roughly, how to do. So she arranged the twigs as best she could, and brought out her flint and tinder. It took a few good attempts for her to finally make a spark, and a few more desperate fumblings to actually coax a small flame into being. After a time, the majority of the kindling had caught, and she suddenly had to dash up back into the fringes of the rainforest to search for bigger pieces of wood to put on the fire. By the time she got back carrying some wood and little twigs, the fire was almost on the verge of going out.

Petch.

The sun was gracing the sky by the time she had a steady fire flickering under her constant watch. The fire hadn't quite warmed up yet, but she could still feel it's relative warmth, to her gratification. Sighing deeply, she started to brush through her hair, fingers catching in the snaggles as she gazed out over the sea and wondered what to eat. She had explored a little when she had arrived, and she wasn't far from the Commons. Somewhere around was the Mercantile, but stubbornly she wanted to provide for herself. The only problem was, what could she eat?

She frowned doubtfully as she half-turned to look into the dark jungle. Compared to the familiarity of the Suvan, the forest was an imposing mystery, filled with animals that had kept her up all night, worrying as she tossed and turned, thinking she might get eaten at any moment. It did look rich in food though, but she just wasn't sure if she trusted her own judgement. She turned her gaze back out to sea and prodded the fire, eliciting a sharp crackle. The sea was now stained a beautiful salmon colour at the edge. She smiled, her forehead crinkling as she hunkered over the fire. Maybe she could fish? But for that she would need a fishing kit.

In the end, she fed herself with a small portion of dried rations from her rucksack. It wasn't particularly appetising, but it would do. She dreamed of food, of salty, crackling fish with it's juicy, oily skin. Then of bread, of cheese, of simple fruit. Her stomach growled, even as she finished off the day's rations. Then the full force of what she had done hit her, and her heart fell to her stomach even as the beautiful sunrise caressed her face with golden rays.

[Karin]

42nd Winter 516
On the beach of Syka

"Speech"
"Others"

Her stomach grumbled as she reached to wipe her eyes clear of sleep. She had always been an early riser, but as the cacophony awoke her again, she groaned audibly. This was too early. She already felt sleep-deprived. She had slept even worse than the previous night, her sleep once again plagued with fears and anxieties. Just what did she think she was doing? The true depth of what she had done sunk in, and she had spent the night going through every single thing that could go wrong. If she had the time or inclination to write them down, she suspected that she would baulk at length of it.

Instead, she rolled wearily to stare at the fire pit she had created yesterday. Of course, last night she had spent half the night being disturbed not by animals, but by the weather. Rain had showered through the canopy of the rainforest, and although she had huddled underneath, she was still in desperate need of warming up. But of course, of course the fire pit was out on the beach and so was damp through, even with the draining qualities of the sand.

With frustration, she ground her hand into her eye, and hunched herself over for a chime, burying her head into her knees. Gods, what a stupid decision this was... She wasn't in tears yet, but in a way she could feel them threatening. But, it was only the second day. Unfurling like a new leaf, the woman rubbed her shoulders, one after the other, massaging feeling back into them. Then she trudged through the springy leaf mould that carpeted the undergrowth, searching for dry wood.

It was hard going. The woman's mood bobbed up and down dangerously, buoyantly happy when she found something that she could use, and then suddenly falling to misery when that same log of useful firewood turned out to be rotten or soaked through. But finally, after something just short of a bell, she had collected enough dry wood to start a fire.

Her hands were stiff as she struck the flint and tinder together, cursing quietly under her breath as she dropped it into the small nest of wood she had created. But finally, she breathed life into the fire and reached for her slowly dwindling supplies of the dried 'food' that were her rations. She chewed, swallowing hard at the unappetising flavour. And then after she warmed herself up a little and the sun opened across the cloud-littered sky, she left the fire and headed towards the ocean.

There was a benefit that she had discovered about her mark of Laviku. The ability to drink straight from the sea. As she walked down the beach, her feet sinking into the cool, soft sand, she breathed in the smells of the ocean. Here, the waters were clear and gently warm. Fish, tame and small and flickering in the shallows, swam around her feet like silver clouds. She bent down, and scooped up a mouthful, tilted her head back and let the water wet her lips and face as she sent an emotional prayer to her god, Laviku.

She spoke the words openly, unafraid of those who might listen in. Despite the ever-growing anxiety of her situation, she was still thankful. Thankful that she was able to walk down to the sea within a chime. Thankful that she could truly be in the Sea-God's domain. Her voice was soft and quiet, cracked when her speech caught in her throat.

"Laviku, my god. Thank you for this world, thank you for your gift. You allow me to live, even when it seems difficult. I am here to be beside you. Please help me to survive here..."

She broke off. Her voice filtered down to almost nothing.

"... Because it feels so very difficult right now."

[Karin]

43rd Winter, 516
On the beach of Syka
"Speech"
"Others"

The morning of the third day in Syka had dawned, bells ago. She had a routine now- gather wood, get warm, eat rations, feel starved. The rest of the day was less clear, and the past couple of days had varied. Yesterday she had swam for a while, and found a stream in which to wash her hair. The day before that, she had spent it exploring her nearest surroundings. Today- well, today she didn't know what to do. Her mood had been dropping slowly but surely, and now she simply sat on the beach listlessly prodding at a twig caught in the sand.

She was toying with an idea. Not an honourable idea, truth be told. She frowned, an unpleasant feeling in her stomach as she thought it over. In the not-so-far distance, she could still see the Veronica. She gazed at it through anxious eyes.

Go Back.

That was her grand idea, the idea that would make sure that she wasn't a true Svefra. She half-laughed- what does that even mean anymore? Ever since her childhood, she had known that she didn't quite fit on the land. Alvadas had been a wonderful playground, for others. But she had always, always preferred the beach and the sea. When she had learned of her true heritage, she finally knew why she was so attached to Laviku's ocean. It all seemed to make sense, and it was why she had jumped at the chance to leave when the Mischief did. She had moved on to Riverfall, not even that long ago. The city had been good for her for a while, but she couldn't stop the thoughts that she should never have stayed there. She had been swayed by the beauty of the place. Kenash had been distasteful, and so in comparison Riverfall had seemed perfect for her.

So, she had stayed. And then as she had grown ever further from Jay, she had grown... what, disillusioned? The youthful, energetic Kelvic had almost disappeared from her life, and even though she had worked on the docks, right next to the sea... Every day she walked up the steep slopes towards her living quarters at Atri's Place. Laviku knew, she had grown to hate that stuffy, small room. The creak of the wooden door as she had open it. The lack of sound as she settled down. Over the few seasons she had lived there, she had taken to spending less and less time inside, more and more time outside. If she stopped to think about it, there were many similarities to her feelings of home in Alvadas.

With a sigh, Karin stood. She cut a solitary figure, blonde hair lying loose and free as it washed around her shoulders like the surf. The day had been good to her, it was hot and still and pleasant. Behind her, the forest ticked and burred with never-ceasing sound, but she was steadily growing accustomed to it. Instead, she wandered over to the waters, her feet trailing through the gentle waves that lapped at the seashell studded shore.

Should she return to Riverfall? Probably. Did she want to return? That was more difficult to answer. With another deep sigh, she simply unlaced her clothes, and strode out into the ocean. The waters welcomed her like a lover, and she submerged herself, eyes open wide to the glittering sands, sparkling like diamonds under the suffused light. Karin swam, away from her worries, away from the shore, simply listening to her heart beating in her eardrums, and the sharp, primal screeches of seabirds fishing.

Help me, Laviku.

[Karin]

44th Winter, 516 AV
The edges of the rainforest
"Speech"
"Others"

A mosquito whined in her ear for the millionth time of the day. She slapped it, a vicious smile on her face as she drew her hand away to discover the mosquito's splatted corpse smearing her hand. She was dotted with bites of one form or another, and was a seething mass of discomfort and irritation, topped off with a distinctly empty stomach that gave her days a gnawing hunger that she couldn't get rid of. She trudged onwards, turning her back on the beach and the lure of the Veronica.

Morning came and went. Karin wandered under the canopy of the lofty trees, searching for something, anything to eat. It was difficult, despite the apparent bounty of the forest. Fruit and berries hung at random intervals, but the colours were overwhelming with their multitudes of vibrant shades that spoke of danger and poison. She just didn't know if the fruits were safe to eat or not. On more than one occasion, she almost picked something and placed it in her mouth, only bottling out when her fears overcame her.

It was as the afternoon took control of the day that an idea suddenly sprung into her head. It was risky, but she would give it a try. She wasn't far from the spacious beach- she could just about see the sands sloping down through the branches. But the trees were thick here. More importantly, there was a curling, twisting vine entwined around a tree trunk that looked promising, with palm-sized rich, purple-looking berries hanging tantalisingly within reach.

But to see if they were safe to eat, she needed a test subject. This was where her plan came in. She didn't want to test it herself, in case it made her sick. But if an animal ate it and was safe... Well, then she would risk it. But it was highly unlikely that an animal would walk up whilst she was there and eat the berry for her. She needed to hide, wait. The nearby trees would aid her in this endeavour.

She swung her head up and regarded the nearby branches. She was stood in the middle of a rough gathering of trees, all tangled with greenery. In fact, she had noticed that the jungle was vibrant in colours, but mostly that it was endlessly green. There was so much of the colour that it made her eyes hurt. This grove was a kaleidoscope of different shades of green, both vibrant and sparkling, dull and normal, fresh and luscious. The trees were tall, striving for the sky. Almost all of them, bar one, were impossible to climb, as they had no lower branches. But one, a slightly smaller tree, had low-lying branches that with some effort would be climbable.

Karin gathered her focus, and considered leaving her bag at the foot of the tree, before deciding that she had better keep it on, otherwise it might spook her prospective visitor. She grabbed the first branch, and with effort pulled herself up, kicking her sturdy boots into the bark for a firmer grip. She crawled so that she lay on her stomach on the branch, and then carefully righted herself to stand on the branch, reaching for the one above her. She repeated it until she was away from the ground, about two times her own height.

It was amazing, she thought, that she would have been terrified of the distance in the past. Time and growing up had all but cured her childhood fear of heights, but she still found it incredible how she had changed in recent times. Everything was a change, she found herself thinking. So much change that she felt like a rock anchored in the tide, watching everything move past whilst never changing herself. She stopped her mind wandering, and brought her attention back to the grove.

It was quiet, not an animal or bird in sight. Yet she waited, and waited, and eventually her patience pulled off. A large bird, pitch-black with orange wing tips, alighted on a branch. Her eyes widened- would it eat here? It stayed still for a punishing chime or so, leaving Karin guessing. Until finally it reached down, and tore off one of the berries, holding it with it's foot as it pecked and ate. Then it flew off, and Karin grinned. Success.

She didn't stop and think that birds might have a different physiology to humans as she plucked an armful of the berries off the tree and began eating. But by then, it didn't really matter. The fruit was rich and juicy, full of seeds but incredibly flavoured. She plucked as many as she could, and ate another as she continued her walk. She would never take the food she ate for granted again.

[Karin]

44th Winter, 516 AV,
Later in the evening,
On Syka Beach
"Speech"
"Others"

She was a fool for not thinking about it sooner. A day's wandering eating fruit had given her a great deal of lethargy for a time in the afternoon, and she had slept uncomfortably on the beach. But as evening approached, she had woken up with a lingering thought. Make a shelter. She amazed herself with her stupidity, but now wasn't the time for dwelling on past mistakes. The light of Syna was gradually dipping towards the horizon, so she knew she didn't have long to prepare before it got too dark to see anything.

She was just fifteen chimes walk from Treasure Point, although she didn't know it's name, and she was assessing a place to put her shelter. Here seemed as good a place as any. She didn't have an axe, or a saw, or in fact anything with which to make a shelter, but she would give it a damn good go anyway. She didn't know the first thing about this kind of construction, but as her basis she would search for straight branches to turn into the supports of the structure.

She walked into the forest, and searched. She looked on the ground, rooting through leaf mould and the general detritus that lay there. She peered at trees, hoping to find broken branches dangling, but it was surprisingly hard to find suitable ones. Most were either too crooked or too rotted to be used. She was growing a little desperate now. A quick glance through the vertical shadows of tree trunks let her know that Syna was now gracing the horizon and casting amber and golden waves across the sky. It was as she turned her head back to continue that she spotted a long, straight branch.

She must have gained a little luck, because after the first find she managed to discover just enough to make a paltry lean-to. She dragged each branch back to the edge of the forest, and went back inside with her knife to cut some ferns. She gently rubbed the umbrella-like leaves and tried to quiet the anxiety in her stomach. Then she walked back to the beachside and gazed at the pile of sticks and leaves.

Gods, who was she kidding. Dejection shot through her. With only an estimated half a bell's worth of light left, and no firewood, she didn't have much hope. Surviving was difficult, and, "PETCH!" Her curse, loudly and despairingly shouted burst from her lungs before she'd even noticed, and in her next breath she was drawing in shuddering gasps of air as tears rolled down her face and she sank to her knees. What was the goddamn point of all this? Her hands beat the sand, and she looked over at the Veronica. If it had looked appealing before, now it looked positively glowing. She was her own person. She didn't have to prove to anyone that she was a Svefra, that she was an adult, that she could do things by herself. Did she?

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Short moments passed, but it seemed like a lifetime. Karin gulped her tears back, and she quietened. It might seem like she was throwing a tantrum and not even trying, but the days of agony were paying off and she was not accustomed to this type of life at all. Years of relatively well-off living in a city had taken their toll on the young Svefra woman. Unlike her kin, she was not prepared for a life of simple survival. So it was something of a personal victory for her when she once again pushed back thoughts of leaving, and started on her shelter.

She made a fire first, gathering twigs from the branches she had collected, and some pieces of driftwood she found scattered nearby. When the fire was lit, she warmed her hands for a few moments before regarding the branches. She had five, but one was longer than the others. Her quiet mind ticked over the different options until she finally settled on placing the longer branch in the middle and the four smaller ones as the 'walls' of the shelter.

She used her quarterstaff as a digging tool, ineffectual but using her hands as well she soon had a deep enough hole for the branch to go in. Then she compacted the sand back around the central pole, and gave it a slight wobble. It seemed sturdy enough... She rummaged through her pack, and found the thin hemp rope she used to practice her knotting with. There was quite a lot of it, of which she was glad. Collecting the other branches, she placed the first one into the sand, and started to tie it to the top of the central pole. It was getting dark now, so she squinted to see it properly, her eyes gradually adjusting to the lower light levels. Then she took the next one, and the next one, until she had managed to make the not-very-sturdy-but-good-enough framework of her shelter.

She was tired now. The sun was down, and the air was clear and chill. Stars glimmered above, cold and uncaring as she refreshed her fire and made sure it wasn't about to go out. She had collected a small stack of wood next to it, but once that was gone she would have no light at all. Next she started on the ferns. They were large, which she was thankful for. She rammed the smallest ones underneath the knots that tied the branches together, and then tied the next ones to the poles. She had gone halfway down the structure by the time she got too tired, but by then she didn't care, so she just curled up underneath her cloak and slept with a dreamless but restless sleep.

[Karin]

45th Winter, 516 AV
On Syka Beach
"Speech"
"Others"

Waking up underneath a shelter was one of the nicest things Karin had ever experienced. Her grin was bright, even with sand in her mouth and her hair she felt truly happy to see her admittedly sloppy handiwork above her. The day was gathering momentum, and she woke and stretched, easing her aching bones from a night on hard sand. Then she walked along the shore, gathering driftwood for her morning fire. A small cluster of rocks held a host of seabirds that morning, and she stopped to watch them curiously. A clock, clock noise drew her further attention, and she hunkered down on the wet sand to watch them.

It appeared that the shells that clung to the rocks were the target of the birds. It took a few more chimes for her to figure out why. One was successful in prising the shell of the rock, and she watched as it gulped down something inside. Her eyebrows shot up, having never considered that shells (by all accounts looking like stones) might contain something edible. She decided to try it later, and walked back to her shelter with her driftwood.

After breakfast, she rubbed a hand over her hair and brought it away covered in sand. It was time for a wash. She stripped down and gathered her clothes in her arms. The sunshine was hot and piercing today, and she deperately needed to get clean. There was no-one else about, so she simply walked completely naked down to the sea and waded in until she was up to her waist in water. She rinsed her clothes clean of mud and grime, scrubbing them between her hands to get off the worst of it. She was aware that washing in salt-water wasn't exactly the most clean, but she didn't know of any other alternative, so it would do for now. After a time, she waded back onto the shore and draped her clothes over a branch to dry, and then re-entered the water.

She swam slowly, completely naked in the glittering water as the sun massaged her body with light. For a while she floated on her back, her eyes half-closed as she kept an eye on her surroundings. Her mind was blank. If she let it, she would once again drift onto ugly thoughts, so instead she meditated. She gazed at the clear blue sky, willing her mind to be the same as it. She was floating on nothing, without the chains of society to wear her down. She was completely free.

The meditation refreshed her. She twisted over in the water, opening her eyes to gaze with wonder at the sparkling sands beneath her, that rolled away into the depths. She lunged up and took a deep breath, and then plunged herself underwater to dive to the bottom. It wasn't far, she hadn't swam out too deep. She touched the bottom with her fingertips gracefully, and pushed herself back up to the surface. Then she swam back to the shore, and washed herself.

She was back on dry land now. Her clothes had dried under the heat of the sun, and she slipped back into them, mostly for protection against biting insects which still plagued her. It was time to finish the final part of her structure. She grabbed the other ferns, and started to arrange them on the walls. It wasn't difficult to tie them, just a bit fiddly as she got further down. Her knots were gradually getting better and better, and she smiled as she finished off her shelter. It was nowhere near perfect, but it was something, at least.

The ferns were quite springy, so she went back into the jungle and started looking for the bushes of them again. They weren't too difficult to spot, as there were lots of them, growing from trees, from the ground, all over in fact. She took her knife and started to cut away some more, gathering the ones that looked most springy and least fresh. Then she took the heavy armfuls back to her camp, and laid them inside. Sleeping on sand looked comfortable from the outside, but it was hard once laid upon, so she hoped the ferns would provide some kind of comfort once she went to bed for the evening.

She day passed with her adding more things to her camp. She tied more rope around the structure to give it stability, and gathered more firewood for later. By the time the afternoon came around properly, she remembered what she had seen that morning, and she took up her knife to go to the rocks. When she arrived, she clambered over the slippery surface with her sheathed knife dangling at her hip. She sat down on the smoothest rock with the most limpets, and tried to remember what the seabirds had been doing. She tried hammering at the shells, then prising them, then simply grabbing at them with her fingers in frustration. They were just rocks, weren't they?

Finally, after much puzzlement, she sharply jabbed her knife underneath the shell and with a great deal of surprise it fell off from the rock and onto the sand below. She picked it up hurriedly, turning it over to see what was inside. It was small and slimy, and she grimaced as it moved ever so gently. But she put it on top of a large leaf, and tried again and again until she had a decent pile of the things.

Later on, the sunrise was once again beautiful, and she had picked a pile of the purple-type fruits with the seeds for her dinner. In front of her, she had the pile of limpets now extracted from their shells, and a thin stick. It was time for cooking. Her stomach twisted as she looked at the tiny morsels. It was hardly worth it, but she would try. The slippery parcels were tougher than they looked, and it took a while for her to thread them all onto the stick properly. But it was ready, and she started cooking them.

The first mouthful was certainly an experience. She frowned, grimaced, gagged and then chewed thoughtfully on the certainly unique tasting creatures. Whether it was worth the effort or not was another story, but she was certainly thankful to wash down the taste with the fruit afterwards. Despite it all, sleep came easier that night. It was only as she woke up on the following day that she realised she hadn't once thought about the Veronica.

[Karin]

46th Winter 516 AV
On Syka Beach
"Speech"
"Others"

In her dream, she walked on soft sand with pastel shells adorning her naked body and falling all around her like rain. She was an Alvina of the Sea, her hair glimmered wet with salt water like a million tiny diamonds, and she walked with the gait of the ocean as she surveyed her territory. Her mind gasped, It's Mine, as she embraced the water, falling and sinking deeper and deeper into the depths until she was in complete blackness even as her heart screamed out with joy to be reunited with the water. Then... She woke.

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The dream was haunting her throughout the day as she wandered across the beaches- a dream of such utter beauty and sadness. It was funny, she couldn't even remember it properly, but it didn't matter. In that dream, she had felt a closeness to the water that was as if she had taken her usual affection for the sea and had it made alive by a godly touch. Something more. It was because of this that she was swimming as far out as she had ever gone before. It was a challenge, certainly. She was less energetic than she might be ordinarily, what with her more frugal diet and poor sleeping patterns of late. She was swimming against the incoming tide too, so her arms and legs were working at full capacity as she kicked as hard as she could. It was cooler and choppier further from the shore, but she relished in the refreshing bursts of chill water that coursed like a thousand kisses over her skin.

She drew a deep breath and ducked her head underwater, swimming in the beautiful peace of the twilight landscape before resurfacing and blowing the clinging hair from her face. She was tiring though, so she started to swim to the shore. It was far easier to swim with the tide, and the increased speed made her heart beat faster with adrenaline. When she finally surfaced on the beach, she simply lay in the shallows for a few chimes, grinning and covered in glistening sand. It was exhilarating. She couldn't deny the happiness that being in a place like this brought, even if it was tough.*Karin swam from Treasure Point to the other side of the Bay. If that's not allowed (I'm unsure of the actual distance), then instead she just walked along the beach all the way round.

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Karin stared at the bungalows. She couldn't tell if anyone was in, at least, not in the one she was looking at currently. It was well-maintained, sturdy-looking, a wooden structure with wide steps leading up to the property. She wondered idly if it was owned by someone, but didn't stop to think that she could actually live there herself. Instead, she walked closer and ran a hand along the timber. Would it be possible to build her own house, like this? She looked at the building through her shipbuilder's eyes, assessing the joints and the walls. She glanced around to see if there was anyone who might be watching, and when she found there wasn't, she ducked underneath the bungalow. The underside was well-constructed, with timbers running along in triangle-shapes. She figured they were probably supporting it, as well as the several supporting struts that raised the building up onto stilts.

It was possible. She could do it, build herself a house, rather than just a lean-to that would barely last ten days. But only if she could somehow fell trees, cut them up, make timbers... Her face grew pale as she considered everything that she would have to do. But, it would be worth it.

I'm Svefra, aren't I? Why don't I just build a boat?

The thought lodged itself in her mind, and she frowned as she contemplated it. There was no reason she couldn't do that, but the same problems would occur. She still needed to cut down trees, prepare the timber. And she would need somewhere to build the boat. She couldn't just have a lean-to to work from. Then it hit her, like a fierce current knocking the wind from her. Her dreams of having her own boat to live in needed somewhere to actually build it. She couldn't use the shipwrights at Riverfall, unless she paid Picalum, but she couldn't afford that. But why couldn't she just... make her own? It was what she had wanted, wasn't it, all along? Somewhere she could do her own things, rather than other people's designs? it would take a lot of preparation, of that she was absolutely sure of. But it was entirely possible. Here, anything was possible.

So it was at that moment that Karin's shipwright started on it's very first steps. Whether she would ever completely follow it through was entirely unknown, but she had hope, and more importantly, she had Laviku. He would see her through in this challenging time. She knew it.

[Gossamer]

The Fates Have Spoken
Here is your thread grade!

Character: Karin
Experience Awarded: Foraging +3, Climbing +1, Observation +5, Swimming +4, Wilderness Survival +5, Construction +2, Tactics +2, Meditation +1
Lores Awarded: WS: Getting a fire started in the damp weather, WS/Observation: Watching what the wildlife eats to know what is edible, WS: Finding/Utilizing Natural Bedding, WS: Shoring up structures with ropes., WS: Building a Structure, WS: Making Tools or Repurposing Non-Tool Items As Tools, Meditation: Using The Sea to aid meditation

Notes: I really enjoyed this thread. Your PC is going through a very typical survivor type uncertainty that you wrote through with a real confidence. I liked how creative and repurposing she was as well.

As always PM me if you have issues.