Starglow Basin a flag of red

soto's question draws him to pause. eyes of a snake flicking, among the man's face, searching him. as if he would hold the answers. castel dips eyes to the cold basin ground and hums a tune.

a pondering tune.

then, he draws a contemplative inhale. no lo sé. he shrugs, ears coming to perk with the sounds of their surroundings.

he draws tongue over fleshy mouth. son pequeños. ninguna amenaza por ahora.