Swept Away

Tansy slipped the glasses that dangled around her neck up to rest on her nose and glanced about. It didn't help her vision at all, but she thought it certainly added to her mysterious allure. Lips quirking up, she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and let a little dramatic huff free. She supposed if he was going to catch their dinner she could go about gathering wood to make them a fire.

She lowered her glasses and then set to casting about the sides of the fjord, doing her best to collect dry bits of timber and ferry them back to where she had left her satchel and spread out her shawl. She carefully stacked some of the smaller bits of timber against each other, leaving a little opening, like a house made of sticks, but that wouldn't be enough, not yet. Fire making was so tedious.

-1/3 Crafted an item not related to any other skill (fire for warmth)-