Sly Fox Sand Dunes [m]e and you and awkward silence

a low, amused laugh escaped him at her request, but who was he to deny. "my desert angel," he crooned through a teasing smile. he would sing her praises for however long they'd be in each other's company if she wished it.

their walk continued, and she questioned him on his homeland. "well, i am certainly not of the desert," he jested with a playful grin. "i grew up among riverbanks and fields to the far west." raised amidst a green sea of summer and a porcelain pasture of winter. his youth was simplistic, and terribly lackluster.

she went on to explain her way of life, and how she was bound to the sand and sun. "if you can not leave the desert without dying, why not just bring a piece of the desert with you?" a sound logic that made sense in his mind.