Shared Misery

Io laughed aloud at her brother's apprehension. "Not strung across the territory." Picking up a stick, Iolaire drew a little diagram in the dirt. "A tall stick or pole placed in the ground outside of the mouth of a den. At the bottom we could scrape away the grass and lay down stone to catch any embers, though most would cool before they even got that far." At the top of the pole she drew a little circle. "Then we could place the lantern at the top and secure it with the rope." With a little shrug, she tossed the stick aside. "Just an idea." She then nudged her brother with her little shoulder, though it wouldn't make him move at all.