Redsand Canyon the death of orchids

Everything about his tone screamed interesting to Fennec.  She'd always been a fan of dangerous things and even if she could hear it, it wouldn't have bothered her.  He was no threat to her right now or he'd have already made good on it.  She listened to him with a smile of her own, this time putting up with his circling.  He'd paid with his respect and with the sincerity of his belief.

Fennec wasn't sure how long she'd be here.  She assumed she'd be stuck a while longer, but this wasn't where she wanted to stay.  She was already restless from all of the time alone, and even these random strangers weren't enough.  It hadn't fully dawned on her yet, but she balked at giving an immediate answer.

If I'm still here, when you come next.  If not, we'll meet again.  She finally chose, keeping the Wraith in her voice.  The last she made sound definite, as though a prophesy in itself.  Even if she didn't remain, she would be sure to remember his voice.