Starglow Basin corazon

He watches her from the dark mouth of the stone quarter alcove. Winter has come to the desert and Saya’s breaths roll into cool mist above silver ears. Fiamma and Segundo have gone for the green seeds. The frosted earth awaits sow.

“Soto is pleased with you,” the deep voice pushes out into the heavy grey atmosphere followed by a deepening tread of pawstep. Beside the halcón Osiel stands, close enough to glean the heady sweetness of her breath from the air.