Starglow Basin The jungle

their thin shadows climb the high desert. soto's mind draws inward.

osiel points out the obvious. at this, a pained non-expression marks soto's face. he has been very busy drawing their distant pieces to their destined ports. moving parts to arrange before the green comes into play.

but osiel is right. they had picked the stone quarter out of necessity while escaping war; not out of its fertility in green. if he'd just kept mention of soto's dead compadres from polite conversation, soto might have been genial.

revenge was only his motive now.

his expression darkens. tu eres el jefe. another painfully obvious point. soto's remaining eye rests in that distant valley, waiting for osiel to illuminate just how he plans to turn desert sand into fecund paradise.