Starglow Basin desorden

fiamma spends far longer than he analyzing words, dissecting them for their fundamental root.

soto has no time for semantics. he forgets the boy for a moment, bringing fiamma to an alleyway outside of the stone quarter. the shale here leans towards them, as if listening for a secret — and there’s a good one housed underneath their feet. 

water. soto can smell the aquifer faintly, hear the sighing of liquid as it passes through angular sand some several feet beneath. 

but a question lingers, sharp and unwilling to be set down. soto examines those intelligent eyes, but does not understand. why? is she saying why?

why anything? he points to the northeast with a snarl: enemigos. everywhere. 

then, he begins to dig with his good forepaw.