Redsand Canyon Zestasiá

His autumn leaf had been sleeping. This pleased him, knowing that she was finding rest. It still felt so new. It did not matter the number of times he patrolled the canyonland. The freedom of it felt real, heavy and light at once. Arsenio was both exhausted and giddy, as he had been since they had arrived.

The redstone man guided his wife out through the stone walls.

I blend in here, hm? You do too; with the snow even your pale furs match.

Arsenio nudged at her chest, chuckling. It was nice to walk with her, and to be close to her without the fear of Pharaoh’s eyes upon them.

The auxillary guided her up a small path until they had a decent perch that overlooked the stone and the bottom of the canyon for a good distance. It was a small dent carved into the smooth face of the canyon walls and the perfect place to watch the sun paint the stone in shades of orange and violet.