Moonspear keep on twiddlin' them thumbs

the nightwoven tween had spent the last few hours making significant upgrades to his boulder-fort. what had once felt like a mountain to climb as a wee pup was now little more than a few hops to the top. he'd obtained a crow's feather, likely molted off of sixsix, and placed it strategically in a crack the rock had in order to act as a flag of sorts.  

back on the ground, he gave a brief look over the changes he'd made before deciding some color was needed to truly elevate his fort to the next level. and so with absolutely no idea where or how to obtain any sort of natural paint, acrux set off in search of anything vibrant. 

it took him about an hour to come to the conclusion that moonspear was indeed a mountain, and that everything here was gray. having nearly abandoned his search for color, it was by a stroke of luck the youth stumbled upon @Alaric's trail, and set off after him in hopes the newly appointed councilor would know where to find some color.