Rem-Rain

Life, death. They're inevitabilities. The desert is a home but still not a place to grow too comfortable. Naoshu has seen it time and time again. Life comes and goes like the first rains of the monsoons falling on the seeds left inert through the dry season. He doesn't enjoy facing death and what is left behind, but in doing so the land can thrive in a spirit's wake. So when he'd been found by shroomkin asking for his aid with a specter, of course he went. With Tianxing dutifully at his side of course. Long ago Naoshu would have put his hoof down and tried to bully his fellow Aitielkh away. He's given up and accepted that he won't be traveling the sands alone ever again. Is it a good thing? A bad thing? Neither and yet both. It sucks that Tianxing can read him better than anyone else, but it's a comfort too. Less explaining and… it's nice to be known so well by another. "What? Are you awestruck by my beauty again?" The voice breaks through Naoshu's thoughts. Blinking, he realizes