Amanda trekked along the Rainbow Road, leaning over and scanning the multi-colored ground. The land was hard and rocky, and her boots splashed in the puddles formed by the mist strewn into the air from the nearby geysers. She strayed closer to the geysers, not caring if she got wet. She spent half of her days in the ocean anyway. Though the unusual cold of late certainly made it uncomfortable with the dampness.
She crouched down near one of the geysers, digging through some of the loose rocks that surrounded it. Each stone was a color of the rainbow, spread out as far as she could see in an endless spectrum of color. The colored stones were common enough that they had little value to her. She could perhaps make some simply jewelry out of them, but such things wouldn't get her much in trade. There were some stones, however, that were more rare, and thus more valuable.
She turned a few stones over in her hands before tossing them aside, continuing her search. Eventually, she found what she was looking for. A smooth, flat stone about as wide as her hand. Unlike most of the other stones that were of a single color, this one came from a part of the Rainbow Road where the colors swirled together much closer, resulting in a stone covered in stripes of many colors. Such stones were harder to come by, and this one was a good size to make into a piece of jewelry or a knick knack that would fetch a nice price in trade.
She tucked it into her backpack, then continued along the way, searching for more treasures to trade. Eventually, following the paths made by the more vivid and vibrant colors, she reached an unexpected destination: one of the shrines to the useless gods. She sighed as she looked down upon it, shaking her head. She'd never had any use for the gods; they'd abandoned her kind, after all. She was about to turn and walk away when she noticed someone else at the shrine. Curious, she stepped forward, always ready to find someone who might be willing to make a trade.
"Hey there," she said, not realizing the 'conversation' she was interrupting. "Looking to make an offering? I've got some things that might make a good gift for the gods."
She pulled off her backpack and opened it, revealing a wide assortment of goods, some wrapped in leather or sealed in wooden boxes. Stones, feathers, small bits of jewelry, pouches of berries and nuts, and more filled the pack. It had been a good day of scavenging. She didn't care one bit for the gods herself, but that didn't mean she didn't know what kinds of offerings they might like.
She crouched down near one of the geysers, digging through some of the loose rocks that surrounded it. Each stone was a color of the rainbow, spread out as far as she could see in an endless spectrum of color. The colored stones were common enough that they had little value to her. She could perhaps make some simply jewelry out of them, but such things wouldn't get her much in trade. There were some stones, however, that were more rare, and thus more valuable.
She turned a few stones over in her hands before tossing them aside, continuing her search. Eventually, she found what she was looking for. A smooth, flat stone about as wide as her hand. Unlike most of the other stones that were of a single color, this one came from a part of the Rainbow Road where the colors swirled together much closer, resulting in a stone covered in stripes of many colors. Such stones were harder to come by, and this one was a good size to make into a piece of jewelry or a knick knack that would fetch a nice price in trade.
She tucked it into her backpack, then continued along the way, searching for more treasures to trade. Eventually, following the paths made by the more vivid and vibrant colors, she reached an unexpected destination: one of the shrines to the useless gods. She sighed as she looked down upon it, shaking her head. She'd never had any use for the gods; they'd abandoned her kind, after all. She was about to turn and walk away when she noticed someone else at the shrine. Curious, she stepped forward, always ready to find someone who might be willing to make a trade.
"Hey there," she said, not realizing the 'conversation' she was interrupting. "Looking to make an offering? I've got some things that might make a good gift for the gods."
She pulled off her backpack and opened it, revealing a wide assortment of goods, some wrapped in leather or sealed in wooden boxes. Stones, feathers, small bits of jewelry, pouches of berries and nuts, and more filled the pack. It had been a good day of scavenging. She didn't care one bit for the gods herself, but that didn't mean she didn't know what kinds of offerings they might like.
