Redsand Canyon i am one among the dunes

The image of her, lying in the field of flowers like some more fortunate Ophelia, is so bright it burns a negative into his eyes. He doesn't know it, but he's thinking the same thing as Renard-- the yawning gap between their warlord cannibal leaders and this girl, achingly young and unmarked.
Derg wanders off, his nose to the ground, and Renard follows. Uncertain, Colin lingers at the slope of the ravine. An ear folds back as he hears a low growl, unmistakably belonging to Nemisis. Once again, there is that familiar viscosity in the air: tension.
Looking at the way Nemisis claims Donovan and spits venom at Auriel makes him wish he hadn't come here in the first place.
Darling. The word was so saccharine, so mawkish, he's surprised that it hasn't lodged in her throat. He doubts that Auriel would take the bait, which was about as obvious as a steam locomotive. He makes his way vaguely over to Derg and Renard, brows more furrowed than usual.