Redsand Canyon [m]anje'm

they would burn as twinning flames; one brinewater and the leaping fire of sunset over a bayou, the other the pounding insistence of a red drum echoing against crimson stone.
her voice was not restrained; she kept ajaw with her as long as she was able, until her body at last said no more, and laughing and weak she pulled away.
a short while spent, though she did not care for the high stone walls, and she parted with a kiss yet no promise of her return.
mireille found a footpath leading high into the sunspire and departed, setting her course for home.