Ankyra Sound river turns to dust

She nods slowly; she can't stay long either, but the scant time they have is worth it to her. He could be anyone — it doesn't matter now. She just can't be alone. The yearling allows the rest of their time together to pass in silence, heavy and aching. Perhaps it's foolish, to stew in their misery together, feeding off one another — but by the time they part, she thinks she feels a little lighter. At least for the moment.