Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

ingram heard her before he saw her; the mesas above clattered with the song of loosened shale, betraying the presence of another. 

glancing between ridges of red and umber stone, ingram did not immediately spot her — but when he did catch her luminary gaze, he stepped back with a chill climbing down his spine. 

and then she was gone, sliding — skittering — the ground moved with her, a cascade of rolling rubble and debris. 

ingram’s expression changed from surprise to concern once inka slipped from view; climbing towards the rising cloud of detritus, ingram’s voice called over the hail of stone. hey! you okay?