Redsand Canyon Zestasiá

arsenio was jubilant.

she had never seen him this way. tamar enjoyed it, enjoyed the sound of his voice, his jesting. "if i blink, i will not be able to spot you again," she grinned, pulling at the fur along his high shoulder for a moment.

the place he brought her to stole tamar's breath. the view was magnificent; she stared out over the large expanse of the canyon, and then toward the hues of sunset falling over the place.

for a long time she did not speak.

"i had thought that the red stone would remind me of akashingo," she said plainly, not yet turning to look at arsenio. "but it does not. it is its own world."