Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

A jewel, a mirage- and yet when it became real, it became no less precious. The water was an eye of the sky, but cooler, clearer, cloudless. No doubt the trees alongside its banks supped from the waters in order to grow so tall, this far from more temperate climates. Tumbleweed sucked air through his dry lips and moseyed closer, sniffing the area and finding himself amused to realize that even still, it remained something of a hub- not a castle yet unclaimed. 

He wouldn't be foolish enough to mark it as his own, not without a crew strong enough to turn away the weak and foolhardy. For now, he could simply play host; and hide in the shadows while he waited for something edible to come in search of water.