Redsand Canyon Mikró

The man’s tail flagged, pleased to hear that she liked his idea, that he could help. Her gold-warm features shifted up to search the sky. She shielded her face from the light of the sun. Arsenio could not pull his gaze from her, even then. Tamar was radiant, she was everything, and she made him whole.

Icarus was a fool, the Greek man said with an impish smile.

I have seen hawks hunting, diving from the top of the canyon to the floor for prey. If I must, I will wait for them to strike and I will strike in the same moment. Arsenio shifted his gaze to the ridges of the canyon walls, thoughtful. Or, perhaps, we could take a climb.

Back to Tamar, the cool blue in his gaze rested upon her features.

I will shower you in kisses while we watch the sun set.