<div class="floatleft">(http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/4926/nishkahead.jpg)</div>Nishka watched, speechless, as Calypsa bounded off. Her new friend was really, really odd, but also very endearing. She seemed to want to please Nishka, and it had been a long time since anyone had really cared about her like that. On her travels, she had gotten a lot of attention, but people always wanted something from her. Calypsa was different; she didn't seem to need or want anything at all. Everything felt very comfortable between the two women.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, then. If she's really going to go out and hunt something, I should see about making a fire."</strong>Nishka gathered wood from around their little camp. She used the small twigs to set up the beginnings of a fire. Next she used her flint and steel to light the kindling. This part took her a while, but eventually she got the wood shavings to smolder and light. She added more and more wood, until the fire was burning strongly. Once she was sure it wouldn't go out, the girl finished her work by dragging a few bigger pieces of wood onto the healthy flames. They would burn for most of the night, and keep their resting spot cozy.<br/><br/>Calypsa still wasn't back when she was done. Exhausted, Nishka settled against to the ground, not far from the crackling fire. It wasn't long before she drifted off into a light sleep.