Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-31606441-20170627182214

rip poor bunnny

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Trekking through the tall wet grass, Aster held the blow gun close to her mouth, wary of her surroundings. She could barely see the ground below her as well as 10 feet around. The mist and vegetation were so thick, it was highly unlikely that she would be able to see anyone ambushing her.

After several minutes of careful jogging, Aster finally found an area where she could at least see where she was placing her feet, and a good collection of sticks about as long as her thumb. Short sticks were god for kindlling, and that was exactly what she needed, along with the flatter and shorter grass.

Once she had collected enough short thumb length sticks to fill up both hands, she graspedsome of the long thumb length sticks and placed them in a capital A format. She did this several times before stick the can of beans in the center of the A shape. She lined the rest of the sticks up against the can to make it look like a little tipi. The only thing left to do was to start the fire- which was the hardest part.