Redsand Canyon Zestasiá

The man chortled lovingly at her joke. Once, he would have liked to simply fade away. That feeling had not bothered him in some time.

When she saw the sunglow of the canyon, Arsenio’s gaze was glued upon her face. He delighted in her enjoyment of it. Tamar looked lovely against the dying light of the sun and redstone walls of Mereo. The snow seemed to make her eyes glow like small brown embers.

The man’s wife spoke of Akashingo. He stiffened only for a moment. When she said that Mereo was unlike it, that it was a place of its own, the Greek eased. He stepped toward her, pressing his chest to her frame and tucking her to his body with his chin.

We need not remain here, either. If there comes a time when you wish to explore the world, we will be free to go. I only wish to repay the Roman for helping me to secure your freedom. It was only right. Nevertheless, Arsenio knew that they could gather their things and find themselves somewhere entirely new, if it was what they desired.