Redsand Canyon Blessed be the pillow, muffling sound

A strange sense of peace settled over the dark young man. He smiled sweetly to his companion, admiring the glint of glassy blue that her eyes offered. Crowfeather still did not understand how he had been so lucky to find her, so lucky to have her there and willing to go with him. He imagined that she would have been as prized as Satsu had been, if she’d stayed behind in Akashingo.

A thought crossed his mind.

Be-Silvertongue… do you think that we could go to the mesa and see Gucci? Just… to see how he is? Do you think the Pharaoh would catch us?

Worry found its way to his features. Crowfeather looked to Silvertongue with questions upon his face. Going to Akashingo was a risk for many reasons. They could be caught by one of the Mazoi and taken to Pharaoh. Traveling to the mesa was also the opposite direction that Crowfeather intended. Still, he felt that he owed Gucci a lot. He wanted to make sure his friend was safe.