One Man's Trash... [Peregrine]

Mags had her thinking now. What would the best place be for storing all her supplies. Obviously caching them somewhere would be the most effective way to build up an inventory but this continent was so varied and extreme, it was hard to pick just one. The planes and deserts out west would certainly be the best for drying and storing what she gathered, what with the hot and arid climate. In the north there were many resources that could only be found in the polar areas, and many unique animals to hunt that were unlike anything found in the south. The east was rich in herbs and packs and commerce, but the south was pleasantly palatable and it's temperate climate could be found in some of the most central areas of the realm, perfect for easy travel. See, this was exactly why she was forced to wander! It hardly seemed like her choice when it was laid out that way. "I don't believe I've seen enough of this land to choose," she said at last. "Perhaps you'll have to wander with me for a while longer until we find the perfect hide out?" It was laid with a grin and then a lolling tongue, one brow quirked to keep the conversation light if Magpie decided she'd rather continue her venture solo.

Then again, they'd been traveling off and on before, who was she to say they ought to mess up that tempo? Before she could delve into that instead, Magpie brought up another query. Ah yes, the age old challenge of a worthwhile container. It was a constant irritation to see Tsiry so nimble and deft with her projects, while Pere's short toes and blunt limbs were clumsy with many similar attempts. Looking to Wolf, she reckoned that she'd seen plenty of crows and magpies accomplish more than she ever would has suspected. He might be able to help her manage, right? "I've stumbled into old cairns and ruins that sometimes house pots made of clay, sometimes those of wood or glass. I've no idea how they were made, but for a while now I've been searching for a decent river deposit of clay. Might as well give it a try, right?" After all, if she were able to do something like that, it would go a long way towards gathering more valuable items to trade. But, perhaps a venture for another day. Before long, she had managed to bring them to the edge of the midden, stopping to find a gnarled old cedar tree clinging to life among the wasteland. It was bowed over and half of it had died away, leaving a tangle of tightly wound branches barren. Peregrine gently extracted the Jimson Weed from her satchel and began to weave it in amongst the branches, with a little help from Tsiry. She tried to position it out of the wind wherever possible, just in case. She cast a quick look at Mags to see if she'd join in, or if she had something else in mind.