A Tisket, A Tasket, I'm Making A Fishing Basket

Birna continued weaving the vines in and out, pausing only as a familiar scent tickled her nose and alerted her to the arrival of Vanille. The woman spied the basket and asked if she could help. Birna nodded. "Yes, certainly. If you can take over weaving on this basket I'll get started on the second, smaller basket. These are a special kind my companion has told me about." She gestured to the raven who nodded. "They can trap fish. We'll need both a big basket to hold them and a smaller one to funnel them inside and make it harder for them to get out." She released the vine she was working on and stepped back so that Vanille could try her paw at it.

"Guelder, perhaps you should hunt for the bait." The rpale aven nodded and took off into the sky. They would need worms to bait the trap and entice the fish into the strange device. Birna set a few more shorter stands of cane into the ground. This time she tried starting at the top with the grapevine, tying everything together while leaving some of the cane exposed for sharpening later. She then started weaving. "So Vanielle, what brings you this way to the east?"

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