Although it was early in the morning, the whole camp was bustling. While they had all slept, a strong wind snapped the strings and wooden poles holding one of the smaller storage tents up, and it had fallen over, scattering everything inside it every which way. Upon a survey of the damage, her brother had decided that the tent could not be rebuilt or repaired. This would not have been such a large problem had they a spare tent. Unfortunately, Lissa had been practicing some fire magic many months ago and burned down their last spare.
Lissa felt partially to blame because of this, although this was in no way her fault, so she was doing her part to relocate the scattered remains of the tomes, staves, and discarded papers into appropriate tents until they could find the time to construct another replacement. The girl had spent her groggy morning among natural early risers, carting everything she could into one of their supply tents.
No one had asked her to do this, but it was a team effort and she could tell the team that was assigned to do this was thankful for her assistance. They still had many trips to make. Lissa spied somebody watching what was going on, and marched over to him, tossing the books she stacked in her hands into his arms.
"Hey, you're one of Lucina's friends, right? Quit watching us do this heavy lifting and help out, will ya?" She pointed to a nearby tent. "I think those go in there."
