Starglow Basin i have it out

“Me too,” he answers, a grin growing on dark lips. All around Osiel felt the flat plains of desert sand gyrate under sun. The wind crawled across their skin, cavernous hands reaching out from his tall shadow. He stared at Chihiro and wondered at the appetites that drew her to this place; to him.

“Come. Let me show you why I am here.”

The ascent up the ocher ridgeside was a long one. The ocelot bid her to follow, to come upon a dry rise where the dirt was frowsty and dark.

“Look. We will grow a garden here. What do you know about plants, Chihiro?” Surveying took his eyes from their land to the pointed face, wondering.