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

she spoke, and he listened.

she was content in her life here, and he could not fault her for that. he still thought her akin to a bird with clipped wings, but it sounded as if she had been the one to cut herself from flying free. and so he spoke no more on the matter of her way of life, and instead turned his focus elsewhere.

"you will have to wait and see", he teased with brow raised. what the gift would be would remain unknown to even him up until the point of acquiring it.

a playful smile turned to that of relief. water, finally. "truly my desert angel," he sang for a moment before starting towards one of the many pools that lay sprawled before them.