Redsand Canyon they say if you want to tell a story right

mulberry gives a sage, satisfied nod when thyme agreed to join her. she lifts her chin and marches forward like she had a destination in mind despite that she did not. that was the point of exploring, she assures herself. maybe! she chirrups to thyme's consideration that they might find something cool with a lofty shrug of her shoulders. the canyon was unexplored territory ...who knew what kind of treasures or secrets the two of them might uncover!

at thyme's declaration that he liked the strath better, mulberry draws in a breath of the arid, crisp smell of the canyon. i don't, mulberry declares quite decisively, despite that it was the exact opposite of how her sibling felt. i like the red sand ...and rocks! something about the unpredictable and unforgivable nature of the canyon spoke to her.