by Alea Davenport on June 9th, 2012, 10:39 pm
Alea landed on her feet when she dismounted, but nearly fell over, making a face at how stiff her legs were. Making various grunting and groaning noises, she let her pack drop to the ground, shaking out her legs and stretching her cramped hands and arms. "Okay, you should find a comfortable place for us to sleep and make camp, and I'll go see if I can hunt up some firewood. I think I saw some trees not too far from here..."
After some searching, she managed to find a few dead branches, but not enough to burn for a whole night. It was going to be cold, and possibly dangerous, but Alea wasn't worried. She had Yuros to protect her. She made her way back to Yuros with her arms full of sticks, and she found a flat space on the rocky ground that was dry enough and fairly close to where they would be sleeping. She set the sticks in a pattern she remembered her father showing her once, long ago. Smallest twigs on the bottom, larger sticks surrounding it, but in a way that lets air through. A fire had to breathe, just like everything that was alive.
When her sticks were arranged, Alea dug the flint out of her pack. It took several chimes before she managed to make a spark land on the wood, much less ignite, but eventually she had a small blaze going. She blew gently on the flickering flame, keeping a close watch on it until it had caught the bigger sticks, despite her eagerness to get on with other aspects of the camp. For one thing, she was hungry, but at the same time, she was eager to take another look at her map.
Curiosity and excitement overcame hunger and practicality for the moment. She took her map out of the pack and spread it on the ground, within the light of the fire, but far enough away that an errant spark would not send it up in smoke.
"So when we left Avanthal, we were traveling in this direction, sort of east, but a little southish. So we should be somewhere along this line..." That didn't look right. There were features of the landscape that made no sense, more trees, fewer cliffs, a small river it looked like. None of that seemed like what she and Yuros had encountered on the way here. She looked toward the sun, which was just about to sink below the horizon. It has been on her right. She has to look at the picture of the compass that was helpfully displayed on the map to figure out what that meant, but... if the sun set in the west (she turned the map upside-down to put west on the right), they'd been going... "South! Yuros! You've been taking us the wrong way!"
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Alea Davenport on July 8th, 2012, 7:02 pm, edited 1 time in total.