Dragoncrest Cliffs it’s just jam

Njord looked at the pigment and, hesitantly, dabbed his paws in. He looked very much a sheepish child. “Like this?” he asked, rubbing the colors into his pads to get a good swatch of color. Blue eyes lifted to the painted monolith, already decorated with Sadbh’s marks. “Wha do I paint now?” he mused aloud, realizing he probably didn’t have the artistic chops to live up to Sadbh’s practiced skills.

Njord would spend some time with Sadbh practicing painting. He enjoyed their company and would leave feeling fulfilled (and messy from the pigments!)