*The halfling finished loading all the stray wood on the travois.*

Umm...You seem a pretty clever horse. So...umm...let's take all that over to the pile?

*To her suprise, the horse walked calmly over to the pile, dragging the travois behind. It even turned so that the wood was ready to roll off onto the initial small stack.*

Thank you, horse!

*Freeing the horse from the travois, the young woman inspected the wood.*

Horse, they may need help with the logs; go see Madame Lemac.

*As the horse trotted off, Gamine was already making mental calculations. Twenty minutes later, one medium raft was nearly ready, and a larger on was laid out on the sand.*

Nasas! Are there any cooked fish? I would prefer them to gazelle, if they are ready.



I exist as Diana, develop Proserpina, and accept Hekate. I am complete.