Roasty, toasty princess

Dagrún road most of the way, tucked down in the hides that covered Halla's travois. She had heard the older woman was headed off to perform a few rituals and of course she wanted to follow along. When they arrived at the strange ring of stones her cousin went to gather supplies and being well rested she got started on her own project. It was a grand day!

A fire! A fire! She was going to build a fire! Dagrún pranced along the riverside looking for a good spot to build her fire. Halla was in tow somewhere behind her and Sperla took the skies above her. She was excited for this was the first time she was going to try and build a fire solo. Once Dagrún found a spot she started digging a fire pit for the sticks and brush she'd eventually collect. She glanced around and did not see many rocks to use for a fire ring so she focused on digging her pit deep so the fire wouldn't get away. Luckily, it was a nice fall day and there was very little wind that might blow sparks from the fire into the brush and cause a mess. She'd never be allowed to build a fire again if it got away and burned everything along the river side.