Verdigris Ravine and the rest hope for a shoulder

*

her readings informed her the haka had took; it shrieked over desert sands and up into the throat of akashingo. the gods of chaos would do the rest.

qiao studied the progress of a man in the canyon. a bib of startling red whetted his throat, and his manner called back to something primordial.

she did not call for @Zoug, but her gaze bid him forth just the same.