Navigators Circle [Festival Thread]

Lynvarr put the stick away and rolled up his map. He kept it in his mouth as he trotted along the stream. It was a gorgeous, clear stream and when he paused to take a look closer he could see the rocks down at the bottom of the stream as well as small schools of minnows. There were likely some frogs as well and maybe birds like herons stopped by this stream for fuel on their flights.

As he moved on ahead he ran into a curve in the stream. Hmm… maybe he should document this kink in the stream. It was something that he could reference on future trips to the dancefloor as there were so few land marks to use for navigation. Again, he set the scrap of hide down and pulled out the stick. Dipping it in the silt he carefully drew a line for the stream of what he'd seen so far, trying to accurately sketch the curve.