Luneshale Pass lluvia

the girl takes much of his thought lately. days before the red keep she lived in hosted a celebration in her honor: soto watched from the sand dunes above. 

now he works to settle their claim here. the borders have been made rancid with his mark, fur and spit coat nearly every stone - and now soto toils away at the garden he and @Octavio started a week before.

safiya, he thinks as he tugs hard at a clutch of jewelweed. safiya — a pull of spring leek — safiya — a maul of earth. safiya safiya safiya, like sweet summer rain.