Porcupine Ridge early sunsets over monroeville

it is easy to slip into something like diplomatic warmth. uncertain how personal to be with him even in the wake of helping raise an outpost.

yet she saw, in the way Ra kissed along each hair and put the sun in his eyes, how her lover might have picked this one. she reminded herself she was not here to bed him as well.

instead she only listened once she had settled in alongside him. genuine thoughtfulness on her features.

no, and here something vague like a history lesson. i only trained there for a time before returning to where i came from. the canyon housed an outpost that offered control in its position. the ruins of it might still stand, if you ever wish to gaze upon what once was. she doubted anything worthwhile was still there.

but the layout was still there. she thought she could trace it all in the sand if she closed her eyes and dreamed long enough.