Redsand Canyon we connect, burning bright, holding every breath

Mahler's voice rose while Wylla dipped down to drop the poppies. Despite knowing it was the seeds that were dangerous, she couldn't resist working her tongue against the roof of her mouth as though rubbing away the very essence of them.

Mereo's rigid discipline meant they didn't have long to wait. In a lot of ways, Wylla admired this about the outpost. There always seemed to be a sentry close at hand, meaning they had eyes on trespassers almost immediately. She knew that sort of lifestyle would never work for Paleo, but lamented the lost advantage of being so regimented.

Kallik, hello, she said after digging in her mind a moment to remember his name. We've come with updates on the progress of Paleo and to formally discuss an alliance.