Verdigris Ravine and the rest hope for a shoulder

that narrowed single eye was enough to communicate all that words failed to convey. how an eye could share so much of its beholder's emotions was a magic lost upon qiao, but not unappreciated.

he did not wish to see wolves populate the red clay of verdigris.

bad. other words swam to mind, from days and cultures long past. for a moment those memories walked near the surface of her mind.

bad. qiao reaffirmed and chucked the to'lang once more.