Going to the Gulley

Shilah felt better when they reached the edge of the gulley. He quickly worked his way into it, marveling at the beautiful summer flowers that grew everywhere in the gulley. Shilah looked behind himself to gauge the clouds. The worst of it seemed to be behind them. He could see the cumulonimbus beginning to rise but the wind was still out of the south so hopefully it would push the storm right past them.

He grinned at Hyperion. "Welcome to Fern Gulley. One moment, if you don't mind." Shilah to had a map he was working on. He pulled out the piece of hide and flopped it on the ground. Heat flushed to his face as he realized it was the drunken treasure map he'd made. Spirits above… he quickly flipped it over to reveal the fresh side. Dipping a claw in a small satchel of walnut ink he sketched the opening of the gulley and a rough border with the prairie. The dry hide quickly drank it in, drying moments later. "I um… I don't suppose you were at that rather wild party on the beach some time back, were you?" Shilah hoped he hadn't made an idiot of himself but he likely had. He still wasn't entirely sure what had gone on in the gaps of his memory.