Starglow Basin etch-a-sketch

The bad idea train was off the tracks.

Vasiliy had slipped away from the mesa under the guise of "making sure those bastard druggies stayed damn well away from their home." Or whatever he had to say to whoever was in his way. Didn't matter. 

He had to get the fuck out of there. 

But as fate would have it, the very reason he'd ended up in the palace in the first place materialized like a mirage—he thought she was one at first before blinking once, twice, clearing the dust from his gaze. 

White Lady, Vasya rumbled, stepping toward her with his chin lifted in question. She was alone and crying, and far from where she should be: the safety of her home. Why you out here?