Redsand Canyon is not pain, it’s applause

Go outside the Wilds.

Shes leaving? 

His voice was a sharp whisper, pitched low with a child’s want for this to be untrue. Like when Santa proves to not be real.

Or when his mother has to go far from home. His father pulled him close, reeled him in, but Aquillius had gone numb.

I-Is she going alone? Would the eagle pursue? Would he be alone, clinging to the vestiges of a legacy determined to leave him behind?