Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

No one like her. At least he had that part right. One glance, and everyone seem to have an assumption about you right off the bat. But Tumbleweed knew her in ways others never would.

The Widower considered for a moment, gaze traveling. Until finally it returned, settling upon him. I will not make you do it alone. She answers. But I cannot promise that I will stay once it is strong. For why then would he need her? 

Perhaps then she could return to traveling this new region and discovering what unseen treasures may await her.