I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Dagrún trotted toward the barn with a mess of leather pieces and strands in her mouth and her kestrel nestled between her shoulders. It was a beautiful evening, the autumn sun shown lovely and golden. The air was cool but the sun made everything more bearable. Dag was excited for her next lesson. Sperla was going to teach her how to make a sling. She wasn't entirely sure what that was but she was pretty sure she'd have a good idea by the end of the project. From what she understood it was something you could use to throw rocks and stuff at other things. Anyway it sounded fun. She wondered if she could use it to toss a mud ball at her grandpa. He seemed really serious and scary but if she could hit him from a distance and run away that would be fun!