Lake Bismuth "Ill fate and abundant wine."

Their shadows lengthened and followed them like augurs from a dark parallel world.

From time to time the former princekin turned his head to look back at their shadows, indigo italic arabesques on the stubbled ground.

The cooling sky was a salve on his eyes after the sandstorm on the butte. When they upon the plain with its many lakes, he looked to the dark highwayman, @Colt, as if offering him the first drink. It only felt right.