Redsand Canyon [m]anje'm

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ajaw should not allow this folly, they know.

they swear they can taste sabah's displeasure.

and it is true the heady scent of the trespasser was clouding ajaw's judgement; reminding them all too much of one of their intents in these wilds.

she limps; frostbound gaze catches this.

you are injured, the feathered serpent rumbles; ghosting towards her the small step she took back.

drawn, like a foolish moth to hotly burning flame.

it was so primitive, the instincts that flare to life within ajaw. seething and yearning.

leave us, holcan. she is no threat to this one. to sabah, ajaw quietly commands ... sure in some rational corner of their mind that they will hear of her displeasure at a later time.