Merevaika
Trying again, she brought her hand throw, keeping her wrist steady. It seemed to work, the spear thudding it as it should have, but only a short distance from where she stood. Trying again, Merevaika made sure to release higher up, sending it up, rather than down. It swerved through the air and just about missed from thudding into the ground. Merevaika continued like this, taking the spear and trying to throw it. By the time Syna had risen, she had just about managed to be able to through the majority of the time without it flipping and to a good distance. She had no aim, of course, and very little power, but as she brought the weapon past her ears, round her body and slung it away, she felt confident she could protect herself.
Returning to the hooks, she checked them. None, until the very last. A small fish, about the size of her index finger, but it was good enough for now. Attaching the hooks to Eryunt's yvas, she packed the fish away to be smoked later. She moved over the plants, taking another long branch. With luck, that could be a bow. With the daylight, she wanted as much travel as possible.
Mounting Eryunt, they moved down the river. If it was just the two of them, they could move a lot faster, but with the dog, their speed was restricted by her. Merevaika didn't actually care. Having Beast with them was comforting. The dog was a guard dog in nature and she kept an eye out for danger just like Merevaika did. They moved quickly, following the trail of the river as they did. Merevaika made a break at midday, stopping to set up some fish hooks.
She was tired. Her body was drained and she drank the river water gratefully, letting it run down muddy hands and salt encrusted clothes. She needed a way to make fire. She needed some more food. But it was too much and Merevaika just let herself sleep, Beast watching over as Eryunt did too.
The hooks did nothing but loose bait, and Merevaika left with less than she came with. The small group moved along undisturbed, picking up speed. Dirt was flung, she spotted rabbits dodging them in the corner of her eye. Merevaika clung to her spear, but made no move to follow them. It was too late. She wanted to find a good place to make shelter and stay there for the night.
And she did find it soon enough. Merevaika closed her eyes, forcing the magic she had been given forward, and looked at the many twisting and knotted trails. Most were worn down, patchy, almost faded. That meant there was nothing nearby, nothing had left a trail. Hopefully, if nothing had passed, nothing would come.
First came shelter. Merevaika found a piece of built up land and moved over, feeling the dirt. It was loose and she found that she could shift it to dig out a small hole. Dirt stuck under her nails but Merevaika continued, securing the dirt around tightly. Once the hole was large enough, she moved back over to the small brush growing a little while back. The woman hacked at it, managing to cut the thorny bush down. Taking it piece by piece in her arms, she brought it back, placing it around the hole as a wall. The thorns scratched her skin, building up small cuts, but they were nothing really. And if they did that, hopefully they would provide some protection.
Next came water. The waterskin she had been left was empty. She filled it up at the river, hanging it near her shelter. Shelter, water... fire. That was always next.
Moving a little way away from the shelter, she dug a little ditch. The rain had gone now but there was nothing dry to use. Merevaika moved back over to the sheltered area, managing to find a piece of dry grass. Would it be enough for tinder? She hoped so. Taking some of the brush as well, she built up a fire. But she had no way to light it.
A fire board. She knew that could work, if she worked hard enough. Finding a piece of wood, she made a dent in it and took a stick, placing it in the hole. Working hard, she rubbed her hands together, causing the stick to spin and heat the wood up, Slowly, it started to glow and after several bells of work, she managed to get a spark. Working quickly, she lit up the tinder, letting the fire grow. Once it was at a good size and heat, Merevaika built up a small stand around it, holding the fish up over it to smoke.
