Living Lights

Áskell returned with his father to the lake they'd stopped at some time before when he'd met Ruin. He'd slept on the way and even though it was evening when they arrived he was awake and ready to play even hough his father needed rest.

Áskell grabbed a hide bag that contained some clay, small bones, and leather strips and they wandered toward the lake to do some crafting. He wanted to braid another leather strand for his dad as well as making some beads that he could use later. He padded over to a flat rock along a rocky beach near the lake shore. He unrolled his hide of goodies, setting out the clay and then taking three leather strands and carefully tying a knot in the top of them. As he worked he spied a strange looking woman. "Hi, who are you?"