Events

Red earth broke away from itself in chunks, and Kaleo tossed it into his bag. Most likely by the time he got home it would be dust. Easier to work with that way, but it was Messy. It would be worth the trek, even so. The red clay of the Bayan Plateau created a brilliant pigment that blended well with almost any other pigment he could throw at it, and didn't fade within the decade. It wasn't even particularly hard to find, if you knew...

Forge paces as he waits for the feather gel to dry. The soft glow of dusk quickly gives way to full night, and the lights come on. He checks the clock on the wall, the digital face glowing softly. The seconds tick by painfully into minutes. Then, as the prescribed time finishes, he continues. The complex combs feel both familiar and alien in his paws. He works them through his ruff, and down the sides of his neck, and hummed in blatant insecurity. Why is this so hard? he wonde...