Lisbeth made her way through the Celestine, huffing and heaving as she dragged a ladder along with her. The end of the ladder banged over and over again on every rock and branch on the rough ground. She had tried carrying the full weight on her shoulder, but she hadn't been able to support it for very long.
She stopped by an intersection between paths. She was already pretty deep in the woods, but she hadn't found a tree that satisfied her yet. Sure, she could have just cut a branch from any old tree, but like with the ash, she wanted to take this seriously and do it right.
Once she had recovered her breath, she trudged onward, looking up at the branches of the trees. Only the taller trees had the kind of long, straight branches she would need to make a bow. She was a terrible climber, thus the ladder. She wasn't even keen on the idea of climbing up a ladder unassisted, but she would have to make do.
Eventually, she found a tree that she felt would suit Frey's quest. The wood shimmered ever so slightly in the dancing lights that sparkled overhead. There were plenty of long branches, any of which might do.
Taking a deep breath, she struggled to raise the ladder up against the tree. Then tried again. And again. It stood lopsided against the tree, not quite centered enough. She tried adjusting it, but the top of the ladder banged against the branches. She huffed, tugging the ladder this way and that, but all she accomplished was making leaves rain down on her head.
She stopped by an intersection between paths. She was already pretty deep in the woods, but she hadn't found a tree that satisfied her yet. Sure, she could have just cut a branch from any old tree, but like with the ash, she wanted to take this seriously and do it right.
Once she had recovered her breath, she trudged onward, looking up at the branches of the trees. Only the taller trees had the kind of long, straight branches she would need to make a bow. She was a terrible climber, thus the ladder. She wasn't even keen on the idea of climbing up a ladder unassisted, but she would have to make do.
Eventually, she found a tree that she felt would suit Frey's quest. The wood shimmered ever so slightly in the dancing lights that sparkled overhead. There were plenty of long branches, any of which might do.
Taking a deep breath, she struggled to raise the ladder up against the tree. Then tried again. And again. It stood lopsided against the tree, not quite centered enough. She tried adjusting it, but the top of the ladder banged against the branches. She huffed, tugging the ladder this way and that, but all she accomplished was making leaves rain down on her head.
