Healing

Pitta stared out over the canyon from her perch along one of Gaeron Pass's many natural ledges, her green eyes narrowed against the late afternoon sun. ((The sky above Issiq was a sharp, cloudless blue, and the golden-red rocks that made up the canyon walls were bathed in a warm, amber light. She could hear the familiar sounds of the colony below—clanking tools, distant voices, and the steady hum of activity as workers moved through the canyon's narrow pathways.)) ...

((The sun hung high over Gaeron Pass, casting its scorching light onto the rocky canyon walls of Issiq. The heat shimmered off the golden-red stone, turning the canyon into an oven. Down below, nestled into the sides of the towering cliffs, the colony was built, its structures carved into the ancient rock. The passageways between buildings, both natural and artificial, zigzagged their way up and down the canyon, connected by precarious bridges and steep, winding paths.)) ((Despite the ...