Re: Seekers of the Flame
The older sister retrieves a length of rope out of her backpack.
"I'm no wizard with knots, but I can leg-tie like a herdsman would do with a lasso for branding or shearing."
She approaches, the younger sister standing by within whip reach, but (presumably) out of claw range, just in case.
"Can you turn it over so I can reach the legs? And then hold the legs so I can tell where they are?"
As she speaks, the ties a slipknot into the rope, pays out a loop a couple yards across, then grabs the loop where the rope passes through the hondo with her right hand, holding the remainder of the twenty yards of rope coiled in her left.
"Ready when you are, Jednesa."