Rosewater Oasis Let us treat

Save for a brief rest, Andalib was ceaseless. He didn't squander a single chance to dig and pry, tempted by rocks and the way things glittered in the sunlight; all wonders against a landscape of uniform grains and grit. Watching him, it would be no doubt he had hailed from somewhere with a typical forest, given how he marveled at the grand palm trees the most, drawing one fallen leaf across the ground to sweep sand and grass awry. 

The more civilized of tastes for bounty aplenty were lost on him - he was young, and youth found ways to play games with naught but stones and shadows.

At the beckoning of Samirseti, his head would turn, ears and eyes alert like a hare in a glen. He was quick to hop over, light on his feet like he hadn't burnt the energy an adult would've missed. He still kept the barest space between them, a traveled wariness maybe - but he seemed undoubtedly interested in what that entailed. Andalib asked, candid, What is it?