Redsand Canyon dry dry desert

Only, there was a creature in the folds of shadow, who’d perhaps gone unnoticed beneath his mantle of midnight, and who gave great heed to the other joining him in the terrestrial labyrinth.

“A long way down, isn’t it?” His silken voice reaches for her through the spires. 

The shadows peel back, receding to show how his face hinges and comes apart, dark upturned lips, eyes light-yellow and holding her in spectacle.