Redsand Canyon i wanna be your stone, love

there he was, the very huntsman qiao sought. qiao thumbed the numbing roof of her mouth with a tongue that felt like a brick. "the man from rhamnus peak." she greeted, offering a slowing of her gait so he might catch his breath alongside her.

his reception of her had been lukewarm at best the day she turned upon his borders. no mind -- he had said many things. things that heard by the wrong ears could spell the end of his story. in a way, she understood he had simply been protecting his station. i see you've moved camp.