Redsand Canyon stones

Arsenio had been forced to make a good place out of many terrible temporary homes. Akashingo had been one of the worst, but for different reasons. Mereo was not a difficult home to have, even on its own. To have Tamar there was all that made it special to him. If his falling leaf did not exist inside of the outpost, Arsenio would likely still have been there, but he would not have known the joy that he felt when he held her in his arms.

You bring me peace, Tamar, he breathed into her.

There could be no warmth like that which he felt when she was near to him. The fire colors that existed in her coat were a sign, surely. She was fire brought to life, made with love, and she was left to burn where she would not go out. Arsenio could know no greater happiness than this.