Luneshale Pass Desafinado

To a creature who watched as she did, the gremlins eye's fell upon feathers. What a way, what a tale, what a song, what a poem! She knew the eyes of the sky-walker. The way they burned through souls and tracked through tales of decay. The way its beak plunged death and its wings fluttered grief. A death was coming. Little itty-bitty chess pieces, one by one, and through the eyes of an owl, a creature not unlike her, she learned of this line.

One of them would fall.

With bubbles of laughter, a mixing pit of a whine and throaty bark for attention, she pointed her voice to the owl with big eyes and a curious, thoughtful smile as her tail beat on the ground.

One little pawn, falling off the dunes.

That was the fortune an owls gaze brought.

To the owl, she spoke.

"Who?"

Funny! Funny, funny!

Then, the throaty cry stopped.

Her gaze fell upon Khusobek and his sly smile. She had none of her own, but instead stared with big, bewildered, wondrous eyes that listened to their speaking's, and peered through the mazoi's soul. Eyes of ice. So, she treaded her gaze across his tundra until he chose to break it. She had been circling the luneshale territory tonight, and this is where she so stopped.

Soon after, she'd slip her way down the mound in order to grasp the canteen, only to try and fumble her way back up and away.