Luneshale Pass fear the reaper

The shrubs stood in neat, unnatural rows, shaded by a tall outcropping of rock that wrapped protectively around the squat plants. Like a mother shielding her nursing pups. The sun only touched the fragile leaves for a few hours in the morning; during the worst heat of the day, they were protected.

Disa hadn't been sure what to look for at first. She had heard it called many things, but never seen the product – only the effects. Herb. Green. Thrill. She could not recall the face of the wolf that had sent her to the desert; only her wide, black pupils and erratically twitching lids. She had been so thin.

Disa watched @Soto tend to his crop as though they were his children. He weeded and watered, scratching channels into the earth to feed the plants that were farthest away from the water source. A father as much as a gardener.

Disa stepped into view from behind the mother rock. A shaft of light cut across her delicate face, brightening the silver of her eyes.

"Why do you do it?" she asked, surveying the garden.