Redsand Canyon when you wake up hungover, you wish you were sober

his doubts began to nag at him, pulling away at the loose stones of what little self-confidence drakon possessed. crowfeather seemed to dislike everything he said. or was he imagining it? the uncertainty was almost too much to bear. if he knew, regardless of the answer, he could simply move on. but he didn't know, so the thought stuck with him, stinging and distracting like a sore at the corner of his mouth.

akashingo? never heard of it, he tried to go on, but found himself deflating. i uh... i take it akashingo isn't the home you're talking about. ok, captain obvious.

drakon only avoided embarrassment through sheer stubbornness.