Qeya River [m] standing moon

The waters of Saatsine had grew to be an obsession, never did Kekoa seem to be anywhere else. He slept, ate, breathed, next to them. They were what allowed to live, to see.

Now he walked beside the river, the figure of another pulling him out of his morning haze. Sun Eater. The boy lowered his head, for he wished to remain respectful. To remain in the man's good graces.

For a moment his gaze wandered to the plant hanging from his jaw. The work was sloppy, but he would never voice such a thing - it would only drive attention to his own mediocre work.