The Wheel In The Sky Keeps On Turning

She disappeared into the water's embrace as Ashiel settled along the bank. He wasn't worried. There was no reason to think she was in any danger and soon she surfaced. Griff explained how he'd cured the feather in hot sand. He instructed Ashiel how to hold the feather in his paws which he did carefully and tightly. Griff leaned over and snipped off the end of the feather where it would attach to the bird. It was a unique snip with a slight curve. As Nephthys moved to join him on the shore Griff worked to make a small slit in the part left over from the earlier snip.

"Making what Griff here calls a quill. Supposedly if you make some sort of dye you can use this to make symbols that mean things. A way to record stories and tales. Of course I don't have a system of symbols yet." The bird turned his brilliant orange eyes on the woman and nodded eagerly. "I'm sure you've seen some stones around that have strange markings on them? Perhaps such markings in caves?" Ashiel turned his gaze to Thys once more. "Does your family have such a system?" He doubted he was the first wolf to ever stare at human relics and wonder what possibilities might lay there for his own kind.

Griff continued to work on the feather as Ashiel held it and angled it as the bird needed. Griff scraped off a little extra on each side to for a nice pen nib. Ashiel grinned. This was coming along well. Now he needed to find something a bit more permanent to write with. He'd been curious about using blood, entranced as he was by the color, but he didn't know that it would last.

"Talk"