Time to get a move on

Jevchosis examined the vine carefully before touching it. Its skin was smooth and green, with a few leaves protruding at wide intervals along its length. It was draped along the trunk of the tree and remained in place, even after she smacked it a couple times. Deeming it safe enough, she pulled it away from the tree’s trunk and gave a quick yank. Several small branches rained down on her head as the end of the vine tore free from the canopy above.

As she coiled the vine into a loop, Jevchosis considered her next move. She briefly entertained the idea of using the vine to make some sort of clothing, though that idea was quickly rejected: She’d rather not shorten the rope before she needed to and she certainly didn’t trust her own knotwork to make anything more than a tripping hazard out of the full length. Besides, the weather was warm enough that she wasn’t uncomfortable and, aside from the mosquitos, there didn’t seem to be any pressing reason to cover herself.

Before too much longer, she would probably begin to get hungry. Her immediate surroundings didn’t seem to have any major source of food. No plants were currently producing any visible type of fruit, at least as far as she could tell, and there were no fresh tracks that would indicate that anything had been through in at least two weeks. There also didn’t seem to be any accessible sources of water nearby, especially with her limited toolset.

But what if someone’s looking for me? Then I should stay put.

Jevchosis took another moment to look around. Once again she was struck by the gap in her memory. Would anyone know to look for her? There was certainly a surreal quality to her situation, and she was pretty sure her body hair had been a bit shorter before she had searched for that vine. It seemed like the best bet was to just get moving. So, with the loop of rope strung across her chest like a bandolier and her new piece of flint in her hand, she started picking her way through the woods.

(Using my actions to explore)