The Wheel In The Sky Keeps On Turning

Ashiel really wasn't sure about this but Griff was excited so that had to count for something. The pair had journeyed northward to the eastern portion of Boreas to do some scouting. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Ashiel wasn't a scout, he was an oracle. This was his mothers job but he'd found himself needing to get outside of Risen to clear his head. He really didn't understand what his job entailed when he wasn't in the grips of a vision and lately he'd been dealing with self-doubt. Was he really one to be interpreting and carrying on his family's legacy? He growled, again wishing his mother would do more on that front.

Ashiel moved carefully through the snow covered ground as he headed toward the delta. In his jaws was a piece of cured hide folded at the corners. A number of odds and ends rested within it. Griff wanted to teach him how to make a quill. There was also items for ink and an inkwell but Ashiel really doubted he had the delicacy to handle such an item. Perhaps they could make something for Malleus and his companion as a gift. Ashiel much preferred cave painting. He had brought along a few other items for making jewelry as well. Perhaps he could make something for Mæva.

Finding a nice spot near the delta that was still dry and lush with amber grasses, he nestled down and laid down his burden.  Stretching his jaws he turned to his winged companion who landed gracefully near him. "Alright, what shall we try first?"

"Talk"