Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

waterdancer.

he understood why any God or mortal might call upon her. she painted pictures with her fluid movements and the whispers of things divine. he felt he had not earned any of this. the warmth of her, the stardust of her dream making.

yet he drew closer to her again when she opened her arms. i do these things with much time, waterdancer. he offered in a low whisper. our absence will be noticed. he reached a paw to cradle her face and look into the gemstone eyes she held.