Redsand Canyon Voithó

Aquene seemed awed by his answer, that he should be thrown from the peak and into the swirling waters of the ocean. The Greek man did not wish to laugh at her. He only smiled softly and nodded his head once. Survived and thrived, Arsenio had not been deterred by his father’s choice to banish him from his homeland.

The healer woman shared that her own people did not typically allow women to fight. He listened quietly, wondering why they would choose this path for their wives and sisters. Not all of them would seek battle, surely. It was not in the hearts of all men, so why would all women seek to draw blood? Arsenio thought to ask, but before he could say something about the homeland she had escaped, Aquene had asked him another question.

I was not. It seemed a simple answer.

I did not have anything to fear. What is death but a journey to the afterlife? I had already lost my home, so failure did not frighten me, he explained somewhat further. A quietness overcame him, and the redstone wolf slipped into something more thoughtful.

But things are different now. Now I have much to lose.