Redsand Canyon Breathe into me

Simran hummed.

You can choose your own meaning, if you like. That’s what names are for. They said after a moment’s thought, lowering their own haunches to the ground in a mirror of the other Saint.

My tribe...was murdered wholly and completely by a treacherous client who wanted the land we lived on. He hired all of the young warriors for various jobs, and had his men slaughter them when they were alone, then he came for our elders and children. They closed their eyes.

When I got home, it was to nothing but ruin.