[b]Kingdom of Ferelden: Somewhere in the south...[/b]

If their resources had not been so minimal, she would suggested making something more clever and reliable than using stick and using them like spears. For now, there wasn't much else they could do that wouldn't seem crazy or risky. Wystellia followed Julien downwards toward the lower part of the crest where he began to look for the sort of branch that would be strong enough to pierce a fish but light enough for them to actually use to do so. The man continued to speak as he went to work on the branch he just procured. "Well the sun rose to the left of the village we were in..." She then turned in a circle to see where it was now. "It's rising from over there." She pointed beyond the river. 

"Did you know that the sun doesn't really rise in the east, nor does it really set in the west?"

Thanks to the reading she had done in her younger years at The Circle, Wystellia knew that the mannerisms of the sun weren't so cliche and predictable as many might think. "That only happens twice during a normal year. Otherwise the sun will rise either slightly northeast or southeast. It of course depends on the season, as well as where someone is. If we were in The Orlesian Empire, that would also need to be taken into consideration. With the proper tools I could give a more accurate display of where we need to go..." She trailed off as she had bee pacing around the general wooded area for the past minute or two, also in the process of finding her own suitable branch or bit of wood that she could use.

"But I think we head in a general direction and look for a path, it will have to lead us somewhere." Wystellia said. At the moment, they appeared to be moving west which meant they needed to change direction but only slightly. "We need to start going more right...right?" She glanced to him as she planted a foot on a tree's trunk and grabbed hold of a branch and began to try pulling and wiggling to get it to break off. When it finally gave, she stumbled backward but steadied herself before she wound up in the river. Turning to Julien, she handed him what she had managed to find so he could do the honors.

Once their pieces of wood were sharpened, Wystellia and Julien set to work trying to catch some fish. Like Julien, she wasn't too sure of the method but they had little choice. "I'm giving this ten minutes to work, otherwise we're going off and tracking some real food." She told him. They couldn't waste daylight trying to make a meal but at the same time, they couldn't spend time walking only to be without energy when they needed to fight. It was a tricky thin line to walk across. She saw a shadow and threw her makeshift spear at it. It missed and the fish quickly swam off. She reached over and got the spear back without getting her feet too wet. Already, the practice of throwing, missing and then fetching was becoming tiresome and dulle. 

"I do have two apples for us to eat, just in case we can't find anything." She mentioned to him as she kept eyeing the river again, despite not being too thrilled about the event of possibly catching a fish and having to skin, cook and eat it. "Since we're gonna be traveling together for...a while, we should probably get to know one another. Back in Ostagar, there wasn't a real formal chance to do so. We have a lot of time now though." She said and glanced over to him. "Do you have any family?" It was likely he didn't. Most people nowadays had lost someone, if not everyone close to them. That was what the Blight would do, take everything wonderful away while dragging survivors down to their knees.