Redsand Canyon Blessed be the pillow, muffling sound

Fear and nervousness coursed through him. Crowfeather did not wish to risk her safety. He did not know if he could make the journey on his own. Since reconnecting with her, the young man felt that he did not want to be separated from Silvertongue. She had become a rock – a steady foundation upon which he had started his recovery and growth.

Do you think he would come with us? Maybe?

This musing was made with ears splayed to the sides. Gucci was considered a Neb in the ranks of Akashingo. He was an important figure and had been treated well in his time there. The young seer did not know if it would appeal to him, to journey across unknown land toward an undiscovered location.

I will not risk you being captured if you think it is possible. I- I won't have that happen...