Unbound
09-02-2020, 04:36 PM
Whatever he was doing was peculiar, and she was fascinated even if she didn't fully understand the process. Hopefully she would soon. The way he stacked the kindling was quite methodical, she noticed, but his answer didn't betray complete confidence in his ways. He earned a low chuckle from her - at least he was being honest, even if he was jesting. "I see," she replied simply, settling down near the fire but maintaining a safe distance from him nonetheless. Muninn was curious too, though seemed wary of the prospect of fire. Releasing her hold on her scruff, a few short flaps of her wings sent her off to hide in the wispy fog overhead, no doubt alongside her male counterpart. Whatever he was doing wasn't something Eyrún had ever considered but she was curious, even more so when he offered to let her use his tools. "May as well try," she agreed, far more nonchalant than usual. Twisting around she found a stray stick before dragging it back over toward his tools, mirroring his movements. Bearing down on the flint she grabbed the steel and swiped at it. It was clumsy going at first, but she tried a few times - encouraged when she saw sparks - until she finally caught the tip of the stick on fire. It only fizzled for a moment before dimming, but it was there nonetheless, and she grinned in delight. |
