Starglow Basin desorden

one ear tilts back as she hovers, but then in silverlimbed streaks she is pulling rubble alongside him, his comrade-in-arms to free the tongue of precious water beneath the bedrock.

agua. he confirms, setting aside one such stone. beneath them a black pool of it collected, consumed eagerly by the parched earth.

a frown darkens his features as he studies the lay of the small aquifer. listening, at times with his ear pressed to the dirt, soto began to trace the spring backwards, digging at a new juncture.

at length another trickle appears; this one he bolsters by drawing a line between the two. the heavier rocks he noses to the side, assembling a border of them just thick enough to shield the thinning stream from the greedy lap of the sun above.

he motions to fiamma then to do the same, drawing a thin river between them by pushing the heavy stones out first and tamping down the ground to create a ramp one wolf's breadth wide.