Verdant Basin even in the darkness he's grasping for it

Relaxed? HAH! The riverside came up and Neizan's voice echoed across the calm surface to the trees, and scattered there.

Zaira has always been a handful! Southern women are like that. You are a boy, you do not know. You will know! Relaxed, he jokes! A cacophony of snickers overwhelmed him then, each bit carrying a dark undercurrent that Neizan couldn't quite purge. He then sighed, and looked skyward.

Dios Mio, she is out there somewhere, probably out of her little mind! What if some creature has her? What if she has found our girl, but something has happened? Silly woman, going off without her man! Zaira, come home! He preached this as he walked, as if spiraling.