Lone Star Mountain just a stoic statue, fit for a nobody

There was a red boy and a pale woman.

Nutuyikruk hid in the mountaintops on fragile stones, and stayed often veiled by large rocks, but she moved. Both eyes shifted through the cracks and debris, but the strange people were not so visible that way.

Shifting closer to the edge, low on her belly, she saw a glimpse again of the moving red boy and woman. She even caught a name.

Ezra.