Redsand Canyon amarillo

crowfeather stumbled more around the edges of what she had said. silvertongue's mien was placid, but inside she burned with the want to show him directly what it was she meant. but that would be for another time. he described the sort of home he might want. rivers. protected. she considered. "i passed near a green valley when i traveled. it might be nice to visit it again." her eyes shone radiant; her lips curved with a smile. "i want the same protection. i want us to be able to disappear, ay?"