Dragoncrest Cliffs it’s just jam

Sadbh was lucky. 

To find the things needed for pigments, that was. And so late in the season too. Sadbh maneuvered their way around the cliffs they were slowly getting used to, the waves singing them to sleep every night. But now, it was time for something else. In the secure leaf sling hanging from their teeth, the pigments they needed. And, in a small alcove, the rocks they wanted.

They sat the leaf down at the base of one, staring at it for a moment, before nodding. Perfect.

Without much waiting, they swung their paws into the plants, moving some to the side, stomping the life out of the rest to smear on the rock in front of them. But they weren’t done, oh no. While it was still wet (and possibly quite sticky), they jammed their head against it, smearing color up one side of their face in a deliberate smear of red, haphazard and clinging, but there.

Perhaps disorienting to some, especially since it was red, but a practice Sadbh knew very well.