Jasmine was more concerned with the two dozen trees with the related shrubbery that she had to uproot as she made the clearing required for not only the boat - slash - makeshift - hut but also what she herself was planning to build .   The clearing was 50 paces left of the hut, 100 paces behind, and 200 paces to the right, where it laid opposite of a jetty that stretched across the coral reef . “It’s a small clearing, My Lady,” Tal replied .   “It’s nothing more than the area used for an elfhame back home .   You’re hardly making our home a desert island . ” “I don’t intend to, kiddo .   And now that I have taken stock of the mana around me, I can continue building my ‘elfhame . ’   Oh, and if you don’t mind, I’m kinda a do - it - yourself’er . ”   With that Jasmine started to hover above the ground, stright up in the air . “Of course, My Lady .   If you don’t mind, I’d like to use one of your fishing poles and fetch us some dinner . ” “That should keep you out of trouble,” Jasmine said with a smile .   She noted that the elf was more hungry than she was, and that she might be needing help actually cooking her catch, but by the time she came back with a net full of this island’s bounty, she’ll be finished by with luck, have the sweat washed off from her body . If she doesn’t waste all her time planning her build first .   Planning didn’t come naturally to Jasmine Sparkfloe; she had to learn it over at the Tolarian Academy .   The general populace of Dominaria know of that the location was a school for those versed in magic, to learn how to use magic without frying themselves in a mana - burn produced self - immolation .   Or worse .