Luneshale Pass mercy street redux

a chorus of nightdwellers threw their voices to a cooling autumn sky. qiao listened to the sounds of a fading summer, ears pricked as a bat’s sonorous voice spilled over luneshale.

pathways of scents made their homes here; some familiar and some foreign. qiao set upon one as it tread down a thinning river.

a figure supped from the trickling waters. qiao set her olive eye upon him with dry remark. still not dead.