Post by Ulrika&Timber on Jun 10, 2015 23:12:16 GMT 1
Time and Date:: Febuary 7th, Afternoon
Weather:: Cold, Clear, a small blanket of snow
Previous Threads?:: n/a
Ulrika skipped home (yeah she'd totally skip wouldn't she >.>) from Kenna's, after some arguing and pleading to get a knife and some extra arrowheads. She had succeeded and had left the shop with a small pouch of arrow heads and a new knife.
Timber wasn't around today, which Ulrika didn't mind too much. She had enough to keep herself busy, anyway. Having the dragon around all the time was tedious sometimes, anyway. Ulrika was content to have an afternoon to herself for once.
The Viking in training was so motivated. She couldn't wait to fashion herself a bunch of new arrows. She had a pile of straightish sticks waiting at home to be whittled down. Plonking herself on the steps to the house, she pulled out a few arrow heads from the pouch. They were shiny new! They glowed in comparison to the older ones she had. She inspected her current arrows as well to see if anything needed maintenance.
And so she merrily worked away at whittling herself some arrow shafts with her brand new knife. She was content, even humming a little made-up tune as she went. Soon enough there was lots of bits of wood everywhere, some even getting stuck in her furred boots.
It didn't even cross her mind that someone might try and ruin this moment.
Weather:: Cold, Clear, a small blanket of snow
Previous Threads?:: n/a
Ulrika skipped home (yeah she'd totally skip wouldn't she >.>) from Kenna's, after some arguing and pleading to get a knife and some extra arrowheads. She had succeeded and had left the shop with a small pouch of arrow heads and a new knife.
Timber wasn't around today, which Ulrika didn't mind too much. She had enough to keep herself busy, anyway. Having the dragon around all the time was tedious sometimes, anyway. Ulrika was content to have an afternoon to herself for once.
The Viking in training was so motivated. She couldn't wait to fashion herself a bunch of new arrows. She had a pile of straightish sticks waiting at home to be whittled down. Plonking herself on the steps to the house, she pulled out a few arrow heads from the pouch. They were shiny new! They glowed in comparison to the older ones she had. She inspected her current arrows as well to see if anything needed maintenance.
And so she merrily worked away at whittling herself some arrow shafts with her brand new knife. She was content, even humming a little made-up tune as she went. Soon enough there was lots of bits of wood everywhere, some even getting stuck in her furred boots.
It didn't even cross her mind that someone might try and ruin this moment.
