Little soldier boy He was on his way to find something totally awesome today. Nikolai at his heels and Andrei a flag to his family over his head. Not that the coward was much help normally, but he was definitely at least good for running and finding the boy help. He guessed that was why he had been given Nikolai to be his life-long friend. His paws left clawless prints as he moved up the Bifrost. He wasn't going all the way to Boreas but he was looking for some stuff to take home to his momma and Sprig, maybe some seashells to be used as some Jewelry or maybe Uncle Art could find a really good use for a pearl or something. He was carrying a little leather drawstring bag which already had a few small treasures in it. His "paws" used to flip rocks and sort through some of the shells on the beach. He wanted some that were pearlescent and shined like opals for his Momma and Sprig. Sprig was his only sibling who got leeway in his eyes. She was small and therefore needed protection, and whether he liked it or not, which he most certainly did not, his mother's attention. He grabbed a rock with his dexterous little hand paws and leaned back, using his whole weight to flip it before starting to pick up and sort through the shells underneath. He was on the warmer side of the Bifrost for this task right now. Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home

1/3 collect an item to be used in crafting something unrelated to other skills(seashells for jewelry and baubles)

[Bifröst exploration 1/3]

Odierne knew she was really pushing her luck. Her mother had already gotten quite irate about Mags being gone and limited their movements. Odie certainly did blame her sister somewhat for the higher scrutiny they'd been faced with. But then she also knew she was being a hypocrite, because she was also wandering well past where she ought to. She figured if she was going to be punished she might as well earn it. Not to mention the girl for all her gruff exterior had something of a wanderlust. Came by it naturally, though she couldn't know that as her mother had taken quite a few less trips since having them, though she did still sometimes foist them off on their aunts and uncles to go wherever it was she went. She'd simply picked a direction and walked, hoping something would grab her attention and as she'd moved south she'd occasionally caught sight of something well off on the horizon. So that was her destination. Her small polar bear lumbered behind her the whole way, the pair only stopping when they finally reached it. A land bridge. Odierne hadn't seen anything quite like it. Yes when the tide went out sometimes she could see a sandbar stretching from the island to the mainland but this? It was something else. Childlike curiosity overtook her for a moment, she rushed out, staring down at the sand. The red light of the sky dulled it somewhat but the ground still glittered. Interesting! Odierne kept her gaze down as she moved, wondering if the shimmering sand was along the whole bridge or not. As such she did not see the other figure on the bridge she was starting to approach. "Speech"

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Little soldier boy HE was so into his collections that he almost missed the figure approaching but his raven hadn't. The caucus caws of Andrei overhead had him looking up to the bird for a moment before looking down the land-bridge with narrowed eyes. His mane bristled against the south-ward winds and he studied the horizon for the moment. Nikolai cam prancing up and deposited a shell for him at the boys feet before turning his head likewise. A blink and Titus figured out what had his raven in a tizzy. A snort given before he hollered out to the bird in his family tongue. "E doar o fată tu creier de pasăre" It effectively shut the bird up. Sometimes he had to wonder about the bird and why he was such a nervous wreck. A shake of his head and he ducked his head back to collecting his seashells. No use in hollering at the girl until she was closer. Not that he was going to. Once she wasn't so far away he grabbed the next large rock and flipped it much the same as the one previous, before beginning to sort through the seashells and look for oysters underneath. "Careful it gets pretty cold if you go too far south." His warning to the girl a nonchalant tone. He didn't normally have to worry about the cold, his family lived in a plush castle with the hearth-fire always burning for warmth. But those from Boreas might not be accustomed to the cold. A flick of his wrist and a shell was tossed aside, too small and ugly for his purpose. Nikolai had already begun trotting off to find the next shell to bring back. The boys were doubling their efforts this way. Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home

2/3 collect an item to be used in crafting something unrelated to other skills(seashells for jewelry and baubles)