Luneshale Pass Paws Up, Square Up, Baby Let's go

someday soto expects a reckoning will come. be it by khusobek or marciela, he will pay for what he's done in his past. but as he looks at the single shardglass green of safiya's eye, he sees hope reflecting back.

such a small, vulnerable thing that feeling is.

no mucho, todo igual. his gaze flicks away, back towards the stone peaks where he'd come.  a lump presses its piercing edge against his throat. ya tienes la edad suficiente como para que sea hora de hablar de tu futuro. qué quieres ser, safiya?