Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

greying indeed! were they not the same age? perhaps not. there had always been a good deal more jubilation in arsenio than himself.

he flagged his plume with a small show of amusement. "i will use my old bones and race you to the end of the canyon," he told the greek.

his yellowpaint eyes were alight with something like pleasure. arsenio was the closest thing to a companion that he had.

crowfeather was in akashingo.