 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Tent pitching? Camping? In Runes? Well hey now, this was home sweet home with a cherry on top. Already he was making a list in his mind as he searched through the supplies that had been laid out, checking some things off, making a few editions and then rearranging all together.
It was still fairly warm out, though it was fall, and by the looks of things, it wasn't about to be raining anytime soon. Gathering up a tent, a tarp and some rope, he set off to finding a suitable place to start setting up camp. His wanderings took him past a rather pouty Neptune Bott and close to Arya and Ivory, who he gave a wave to, and then finally to a nice section of flat ground off the bank of the river; so much that he wouldn't get wet if it flooded, but water runs would be easy. A few trees about gave him the leverage he needed for what he had planned.
Placing all his items in the center of his chosen spot, he went about looping the rope through the holes in the tarp, humming a soft tune as he did so. Once that was complete, he took to climbing the trees as much as he could, bringing one section of rope up at a time and tying them off a good distance up. Four trees and four corners gave him a tarp that bowed to a bowl in the center. Next up, he found three poles and placed them in the ground at even distances along the center of the tarp, raising the hanging fabric to a roof like point, with steep slants on either side. It was actually rather cozy under the blue fabric as he began sorting out the poles and pegs for the tent he would set up under it.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |