Redsand Canyon I got a hankering for four wide tires

the imperator was pleased to see her return. he had kept to mereo since his confusing interaction with meadow, though he often replayed the conversation in his head as he worked.

his step into the woodland was quiet. a plump wood-dove hung from his jaws. he followed the light path to their densite. ours was still a term to which he was acclimating. it was odd to share it with someone other than ruenna.

and if he was honest, the eagle still looked toward the main gates of the canyon quite often, wanting much to see her there though he knew things would be permanently changed between them.

fennec stirred as he approached. germanicus put down the dove nearby. "how was your visit?" his words were unhurried, and he took the moment of break from his tasks to sit down beside her.