Starglow Basin desorden

their language must be two rivers from the same wellspring. soto sets back alongside her, admiring their work. 

he too longs for the water. he plucks two stones, their surface rounded by water that flowed here millennia ago. 

he offers the first to her and then puts the second between his teeth and cheek, sucking in the manner he’d been shown all those desert moons ago. 

a shadow of a memory then; he brushes aside as they continue their work well into the night.