Verdigris Ravine flank

S'ari nodded, wondering. S'ari's people of the Tribe--the one far away, she means... She thinks we must have had another language at some time, for we speak in these strange accents and patterns. But if we had another language, we have lost it to the desert winds, and if it had a name, no one alive remembers it.

She copied his gesture for cloud, then did it again, committing it to memory, or trying to. Thinking, she asked, What about desert? What is your word for that? If there was one word she wanted learn above all, it must be that, for the desert was her lifeblood.