A hunt.
One part of him is remembering a heavy orange moon and the cries of a dying animal underfoot. Another part of him is out over Solterra, picturing the canyons as the jagged veins of the desert and wondering what cancer is lying there in wait.
The third-- there are always three-- is looking into the sun god's golden eyes.
He stands unwavering. "I am with you."
Whatever they hunt and wherever it takes them, and whomever he must stand beside. Not for the thrill of it, or for the sun god, but simply because it is a deed that must be done.
I have let myself go where the dust
E I K
Has the color of nothing
sorry for the length! I thought I'd have more time to write today but nope, I gotta zoom-zoom
Time makes fools of us all
