Lion Head Mesa [mp] nightmare on haizel street

He awoke as he always did, bushy-tailed and quickly grooming himself clean as yellow eyes lost their sense of sleep. His pelt usually didn't stay by day's end, with dust clinging to his pelt and sandy dirt between his toes. It was okay, though - it tended to blend in. 

What didn't blend in was his chamber, filling him with joy. Small seedlings sprouting from sandy floors and a clay-covered dip in just the right spot to catch and store water as it did, occasionally, fall. A broken, hollow rock served as his water collection vessel, sitting beside the water-store awaiting use. Blooms of all kinds, from yellow ones to dusty pink ones, cactus and else-blooms lined his chamber. Most were to grow under his tender, watchful eye until large enough to be out of doors, in the future garden. Many of them were because he learned the names of the favorites among members of Akashingo's ranks. His prized possessions?

Currently, newly-bloomed fireweed, its pale purple petals would look fabulous against the golden sand.

What definitely didn't make any sense was a dark, blurry figure stealing away into the halls with his purple petals! Thief! he cried.