Redsand Canyon saayid

Reyson realized his mistep too late, as he noticed. She couldn't hear a word he said. He saw her mouth moving, but even he could not hear the words she spoke. Despite that he twitched his ears closer, and moved a bit.

Reyson enjoyed the way it looked. He daren't go swimming in such a place, but if you moved away from it a ways, and laid upon the ground. The sound was not so loud, nor so aggressive. And on hot days a fine mist would sometimes rise and coat you in it's embrace of silver wet.

She caught his ear and he turned to look at her. He bent his head down near her ear and spoke again.

I said it has no name, would you like to name it? To have something just for you?