The World-Eater's Eyrie

Ullr; The First of Many Fires

  At Cerise's abrupt gallop, Ullr was unsure whether to follow or hang behind given the huntress' earlier warning. Figuring it best to follow instead of being left alone and lost in the forest, the orc girl urged her mount into a gallop to catch up with Cerise. Bror had proven to be a very capable steed thus far and only continued to impress the halfling with his performance. He seemed to catch up to Cerise's mare with ease, causing Ullr to smile and pat his neck affectionately. She would easily dub him one of the best horses she'd had the pleasure of riding.

The halfling dismounted and tied Bror near Sigra. She made sure to choose a different tree, though, just to minimize the potential for conflict with her stoic huntress companion. The setting up of camp passed with little time or effort it felt like. Ullr watched quietly as the other woman ran through what seemed to be second nature. She began to feel rather useless, standing and watching while Cerise did all the work, and had opened her mouth to ask if she could help with anything when her offer was answered without need of her even speaking.

"Make the fire." Make the fire...should be easy enough. The orcish girl caught the vial tossed her way clumsily with a small startled yelp. The outburst, however muted, caused her cheeks to blush a slightly deeper green as she worked to gather the kindling and thicker branches to keep it going. One would think troll fat would smell foully, but the sludge had little to no scent at all like wax might. The liquid was placed in the necessary places, and it seemed the fire was ready to go –

Except, how was she supposed to light it? It wasn't as though Ullr had flint handy and readily available wherever she went. Glancing around, nothing caught her eye as far as starting fires went. Aside from Cerise's arrows. Ullr groaned inwardly, wondering which gods exactly had it out for her and why and what had she done to be put in such a situation?

Double checking the area where they were camped and coming up with nothing still, Ullr chose the rock she'd use and placed it beside her, looking across the fire pit at the huntress. She was sure she could feel her staring and finally spoke after a moment's hesitation. "Cerise?" Ullr allowed a moment of silence to pass to make sure she had the other woman's attention (despite still being unsure, given that the huntress continued to skin her hare as though she hadn't heard the orc halfling at all), "may I used one of your arrow tips? For the flint." The last part was added quickly, as though providing her reason might subdue to annoyance of the huntress a little, considering what she was asking of her.