Redsand Canyon Zestasiá

Tamar leaned against him and spoke of sands, of the warmth of her homeland, of sweet desert fruits. Arsenio could feel his mouth watering at the prospect. He could not help but smile and press himself closer to her figure.

Tiredness overcame him, despite his interest in Tamar’s words. He would have wished to listen to her speak for hours. The man was heavy-lidded, and his muscles ached from their journey, from the work that it had taken to get a fresh start. Ah, but it was worth it. The throbbing of his limbs was a reminder of his freedom – of her freedom. Arsenio would have no qualms with such pains.

Mmm, he breathed into the plush hairs of her coat. I wonder if we could find pomegranates in these lands. Arsenio would like to see the red smear the faces of their children. The sweetness of the bundles of fruit berries inside the hard casing was one he knew well.

Would you like another, by chance? *o*<3