Fanning the Flames
12-31-2019, 06:27 PM
Drífa grinned as she found the perfect stone to finish her fire ring. She carefully used her paws to scoot it into place. The top was nice and flat, perfect for setting her bowl of tea on. Speaking of tea. She padded over to check on Halla's progress. The monkey had picked the chamomile clean and settled the petals and leaves in the bowl. Tea was typically made with dried herbs. Drífa had plenty of dried herbs back in Winterfell but she was saving them for the fall and winter. For now she was pleased just to have tea made from fresh herbs. To her it had a distinctive taste. Halla smiled at her and then moved on to the lavender, her deft hands scrapping down the plant to deposit the blossoms. Drífa started hunting for various sizes of sticks when movement caught her attention. Her silver ears flicked as she turned her head to see a young, earthen-pelted woman approaching her. She smiled "Hello, there. Yes, it is. We're partially sheltered here by the southern forest so that helps the herb meadow to grow." The southern forest acted as a wind break but it did not eliminate the wind entirely. There was still a bitter breeze chilling the night. "I'm going to make a fire if you'd like to join me. Are you familiar with creating fires?" "I talk" | 'I think' |