Redsand Canyon i will always think about you,

some time ago, qiao had worked for a medicine woman who traveled from camp to camp trading her skill for useful herbs. life then had been different. chaotic. men were quick to flit in and out of her life and sometimes die, and the blood flowed quicker still. aquene awakened something of that buried past in qiao.

qiao accepted the refusal gracefully, despite the thin flare of distrust she sensed under her skin. "if you change your mind, perhaps we can set up trade to benefit both of us." a quick smile flashed like a knife between her teeth. "i myself am always looking for devil's claw and gaultheria."

she stepped away, sensing a disturbance. "what else needs to be done? i have much time to spare, and would like to be of use to you."