Weight on my chest

It was too hot to nap! Áskell glanced over at his father who was stretched out spread eagle in the shade under the nearby palm trees. He'd begged to go on a trip and so his father had taken him here. The area was significant as this was where Harbringr had reconnected with Deathbelle, the first member of his family he'd been able to find in Boreas. It was pretty neat, Áskell could agree with that much but he just didn't want to nap. Sneaking off towards his fathers travois he set about on his usual nap time routine, playing and getting into trouble while the adult in charge snoozed.

His favorite thing to play was clay. He just liked making stuff with it. He also had a turkey feather his magpie, Kári had brought him. The magpie promised to show him how to make a quill. He didn't know what a quill was for but maybe it would be fun to make. Grabbing the feather and the clay he trotted over toward the edge of the oasis where the ground was more rocky and he set his treasures down, pinning the feather underneath the clay lump.

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he instinctively ducked down as he saw a woman walk into view. He didn't move at first but then he noticed the tears in her eyes. His head popped up. "Psst! Hey, are you ok? Did someone pick on you? I can have my magpie poop on them if you want."