So What If It's Overcast?

Ralla · 01-08-2011, 02:07 PM

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Because it would be post-recycling to tell J'adore the story again, the Creation of Fire story is located here. So when she mentions it, just look there, and then she can tell another story if there's time :3

As J'adore explained the usefullness of a metal fire-pit, she grew more optimistic about its practicality. As she had suspected, it was not an uncommon thing to do, and J'adore had found his materials in the abandoned Long Gone town of Halifax. Well, she was going to be passing through there on her recon journey with Noss; she could pick up some things there as well. Her optimism doubled when J'adore agreed wholeheartedly to helping her. Spirits rekindled, she stood up from her chair and nodded. "Well then, what do you say to starting now?" She had the materials, as stated, under the tarp bolted to the tree, but things such as nails needed to be fetched again, and Ralla would need help getting the planks up the tree again. While she had done so alone before, it had been because she had cut the boards shorter, making them lighter. It seemed a waste to do so again--since it went through more nails and time--so J'adore's assistance was more than welcome.

"The first thing we need is more nails. If you could go to the Town Hall, there are some in an old box. When you come back, I could really use your help getting the boards up in the trees." So saying, Ralla began to move outside again, and then up the tree, taking with her the small axe. While she waited, she would continue clearing a stable space to lay the foundation. What should I teach him first? How fire came to be? Yes, that seems appropriate... She had just told the tale to Nian the night before, so she was brushed up on it to a T. J'adore seemed nice enough to Ralla. Certainly nice enough, since he had offered to help her with her hut. Even if she was his senior in rank, not just anyone offered out of the blue. She looked down at her progress with a satisfied grin, confident and happy with her work. Even though she had said the hut was higher up, it wasn't at the tippy-top of the red oak. In stead, the foundation was wedged in-between a fork in the two strongest limbs on the other side of the tree. When the leaves and flowers began to bloom, she would fully trim the tree to allow for better sky-viewing access. She could almost see it, and then spring saddened her again. But then summer time... Yes, that would be a treat. She wanted to see the clear summer skies and stars, be with her packmates, and see all of Nova Scotia in the throes of the Summer Solstice; the day of life and light.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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