Redsand Canyon i wanna be your stone, love

now it was @Arsenio the herbalist sought, a stale piece of mushroom held under her tongue. she chewed thoughtfully at the mouth of a stone-rimmed clearing, eyeing the great boulder slouched within its center. 

some tracks told the story of what she saw here, but it was not in their nature she was interested. to pass time while she waited, qiao listened to the thin trill of returning birdsong.