Date Posted:14:39:56 11/28/02 Thu Author: Corwyn Firebird Subject: traveling
She continues to travel along the road, her strides keeping a swift, even pace. Glancing up at the sullen sky above, she mentally figures the daylight she had left, beginning to search for a place to stay the night. Sighting a small hill rising above and off to the west of the road, she heads for it, soon inspecting a cluster of oak trees at the hill's top. Knife in hand, she cuts armfuls of branches from several pine trees, leaving them underneath the centermost oak. Finished with that, she uses the blade carefully to loosen the earth underneath the tree, lining it with the pine branches. Flint and steel are removed from a pocket sewn into the belt itself, a small fire soon glowing. Traveling food is brought out from the pouch, along with a blanket. A flask of water is unslung from her shoulder, and she eats silently. Her knife is resharpened, then she leaves the fire to burn itself out. Wrapping herself in her cloak and blanket, she falls asleep on the makeshift bed.
