Living Lights

The stranger introduced herself. "I'm making things and I'm with my dad. He's taking a nap over there somewhere." Áskell gestured randomly back toward a cluster of birch trees where Harbringr was sleeping peacefully. "What are you doing out here? Is this where you live?"

While he talked he continued to work. He started breaking of small pieces of clay with his claws and then carefully used the pads of his paws to roll them into, mostly round, beads. He carefully set them aside to put holes into later while his magpie companion looked for a good-sized bone for the task. While the bird looked he worked on the braided leather strand.

He separated out the three strands. Then, using his teeth he folded the right strand over the middle so that it became the new middle strand. Next he took the left most strand and crossed it over the middle strand so that it was now the new strand. Taking the right he crossed it over the middle again and kept repeating the process. He carefully used his claws and toes to help pull the braid tight.