full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun's shop was mostly up and running, but he had discovered that the supply of dyes was sorely lacking. The Hollowed Ground was not exactly known for its vibrant colors, so he'd headed through the portal into Torchline. Seeing as he wasn't exactly an expert on the local environment, he'd chatted up a few shopkeepers, asking them about their products.
Eventually, he'd gotten one to admit that the colorful feathers and horns that were adorning the woman's stall were from a creature called ramphires. They seemed like a good option, so he'd headed away from the (relatively more) civilized areas in search of the animal.
Of course, he wasn't a tracker, so he spent only the gods knew how long wandering the beaches and jungles of the area before he spotted something in the distance that was vibrant, strange looking, and moving. Unfortunately, it was up on the slopes of Apopo; he eyed the volcano. Finally, with a sigh, he started making his way up the slope, heading in the direction of what he sorely hoped was a ramphire herd.
Eventually, he'd gotten one to admit that the colorful feathers and horns that were adorning the woman's stall were from a creature called ramphires. They seemed like a good option, so he'd headed away from the (relatively more) civilized areas in search of the animal.
Of course, he wasn't a tracker, so he spent only the gods knew how long wandering the beaches and jungles of the area before he spotted something in the distance that was vibrant, strange looking, and moving. Unfortunately, it was up on the slopes of Apopo; he eyed the volcano. Finally, with a sigh, he started making his way up the slope, heading in the direction of what he sorely hoped was a ramphire herd.
amun
