Luneshale Pass Realization grew on me

A trail had become apparent in the dirt. It was not yet scoured by the wind, which meant Thiago had earned some favor from the spirits. He followed the path doggedly, as he had so many others (not knowing that he was the cause of many, and he had in fact gone in a circuitous manner among the mesa stones and across the shalepath).

He chattered to himself as he went. Lowly, underbreath, sometimes just to hinge the jaw out of habit. Chewing thoughts. Tasting the recollection of green on his tongue; yearning, nothing more.

Cue a stage whisper to Carlos, except his brother wasn't there. As Thiago's head lifted (crocodilian) and he saw a shape hobbling along, he thought for sure this was the way he must go - the spirit led him!