Redsand Canyon young man, fill yourself with dread

the sensation was...something.

siku had not frolicked through water or slapped at puddles in his short life. even if he had, there was an uncomfortable difference between saliva and water.

nanooooo. somewhere between his brother's name and a beg to stop.

except in his endeavour to break free, he awkwardly twisted himself with a soft yelp.