03-22-2012, 07:56 PM
Dara had wandered out of her packs lands. She wasn't to familiar with this area and was quiet lost. The sun had set a while ago, leaving Dara in the dark. She walked farther in one direction, then turned and walked in that direction...north? At least she hoped it was north.
She turned a few more times but the gave up, slumping back into the base of a tree. She could hear the water crashing on the coastline. "At least I know I am near the coast," Dara muttered. She had no sense of direction.
The moon hung low in the sky, meaning it was only early night. She sighed, realizing that if she was going to wait until morning like she planned, she had a while to wait. Hesitatingly, she closed her eyes, trying to remember the German phrase that had always calmed her down when she was traveling with Crixsus and Sal.
Sal. Her mind thought back to the kind smile that he had always wore. Never had he ever yelled at her like her father. She remembered him teaching her the basics of survival. Her mind quickly recalled the steps to building a fire. She reached up to the lowest branch of the tree she was sitting under, breaking off a few small branches. She laid them in a fashion that reminded her of a tent. She rummaged in her bag for one of her daggers and the wheat stone. She knew that rubbing the dagger on the stone on way sharpened her blade, the other caused sparks. Quickly, she moved the dagger against the grain of the rock, sparks flying off the stone and landing harmlessly on the wood. She cursed, and attempted it a few more times.
Finally the sparks caught the wood on fire. It was small and low, but enough to give off light and heat . Dara was going to be waiting all night so why not sharp the dagger since it was already out. She slowly ran the blade with the grain of the rock and waited to see if anyone showed up to her welcoming fire.
She turned a few more times but the gave up, slumping back into the base of a tree. She could hear the water crashing on the coastline. "At least I know I am near the coast," Dara muttered. She had no sense of direction.
The moon hung low in the sky, meaning it was only early night. She sighed, realizing that if she was going to wait until morning like she planned, she had a while to wait. Hesitatingly, she closed her eyes, trying to remember the German phrase that had always calmed her down when she was traveling with Crixsus and Sal.
Sal. Her mind thought back to the kind smile that he had always wore. Never had he ever yelled at her like her father. She remembered him teaching her the basics of survival. Her mind quickly recalled the steps to building a fire. She reached up to the lowest branch of the tree she was sitting under, breaking off a few small branches. She laid them in a fashion that reminded her of a tent. She rummaged in her bag for one of her daggers and the wheat stone. She knew that rubbing the dagger on the stone on way sharpened her blade, the other caused sparks. Quickly, she moved the dagger against the grain of the rock, sparks flying off the stone and landing harmlessly on the wood. She cursed, and attempted it a few more times.
Finally the sparks caught the wood on fire. It was small and low, but enough to give off light and heat . Dara was going to be waiting all night so why not sharp the dagger since it was already out. She slowly ran the blade with the grain of the rock and waited to see if anyone showed up to her welcoming fire.