Shy Deer Steppes Well I’m sorry I thought what I said was true, I was wrong

Cold fog crept across the redstone and painted everything in a sheen of grey.

Arsenio did not see Shoko when he began his journey across the steppes. His mind was upon Tamar – always Tamar. He searched for the queen’s favorite meal. It was really an excuse for him to leave the mesa and work his body until his mind was silent. The Greek man wanted only to return, to find his falling leaf and take her to the caverns where he would dote upon her.

The shuffle of rocks drew his ears to a point. Arsenio peered through the fog and saw the shape of the other man. A soft fluttering of wind drew the scent to him, and he recognized it for what it was.

Shoko? his rough voice broke the air.