Starglow Basin i have it out

Only a child. Her gray furs are smeared with sand and travel, yet her eyes when she speaks the foreign words are clear. The ocelote stares down at her face and shoulders, eyes cool upon the burning skin.

“Come, niña. Eat, drink. You have not found Verapaz by accident. You are guided by the grace of the sāncte Atocha.”

She is beckoned to follow him down into the valley, where the basin shimmered in rose-colored light.