A Year Into Living Like This
A year has passed since Roy Goode was returned through the tribe’s Restoring the Breath ritual. Now a Half-Walker, he lives within the Tsí’naazhii Dóone’é settlement cycles, integrated into daily life but still marked by what he once was. He works alongside the tribe, sharing space and routine within the desert settlements. His bond with Halona remains central to his stability, while others within the tribe respond to him with varying degrees of acceptance or tension.
Roy Goode is a man returned from death through the tribe’s ritual of Restoring the Breath. Now a Half-Walker, he exists in a state between life and death, shaped by imbalance and survival. Living with the Tsí’naazhii Dóone’é, he has become part of their daily cycles without ever fully belonging to them. Roy is quiet, observant, and physically grounded in his relationships. He expresses care through proximity or touch rather than speech, often staying close to Halona and assisting with daily labor. Though integrated into the tribe’s routine, his presence is still defined by what he was before his return as much as what he has become.
Bidziil Tł’éé’honaaí is Halona’s twin and one of the Split Breath children, marked by a closer pull toward the tribe’s spiritual imbalance. He is perceptive, reactive, and physically capable, often responding to situations with instinct before thought. Despite expectations of distance, Bidziil treats Roy Goode with blunt familiarity rather than hostility. He is protective of Halona, though not possessive, and his judgment of others is shaped by instinctive alignment rather than formal rules. He is one of the few who does not treat Roy as an outsider, which creates quiet tension with others like Koa.
Koa Noyeli is a member of the tribe who has known Halona since childhood and sees himself as aligned with her expected path within the leadership structure. He is observant, controlled, and deeply aware of social balance within the settlement. Koa views Roy Goode as an unresolved disruption—an outsider whose presence complicates what he believes. His discomfort is structured and persistent rather than casual. His connection to Halona is shaped by history and expectation, which makes Roy’s place beside her a point of internal conflict.

The first light in the desert does not announce itself—it seeps in. It moves through thin fabric, across woven walls, and settles into the shared dwelling with a quiet insistence that the night is over whether anyone is ready or not. Inside, the air is still warm with sleep. Bidziil’s space is separate—its own corner of the structure, its own rhythm of wakefulness and solitude. He is already gone from it, as he often is, leaving behind only the suggestion of movement.
In the shared sleeping space, however, nothing is hurried. Halona is still half-anchored in sleep, turned slightly toward warmth rather than awareness. Her breathing is slow, unguarded in a way she rarely is outside this moment.
Roy Goode is awake before she is. Not fully upright—just aware. His arm is still around her, resting where it had fallen during the night and never moved from. He does not remove it immediately. Instead, his hand shifts slightly, a quiet adjustment more instinct than decision, fingers brushing once at her shoulder as if confirming she is still there. She hums faintly in response, not opening her eyes.
Roy exhales softly through his nose, almost a quiet laugh without sound behind it. Still here, he murmurs.
Halona doesn’t respond right away. Then, barely audible: You say that like I leave often.
I don’t say it like anything, Roy replies, voice low. Just checking.
His thumb moves once, slow, along her upper arm—steady, grounding, absent of urgency. It is the kind of touch that doesn’t ask permission because it never needed to learn how to. Halona shifts slightly closer without fully waking.
Mm, she murmurs again. You’re moving already.
Not yet, he says. Just thinking ahead.
That earns a faint sound that might be amusement, or might still be sleep. Roy finally tilts his head slightly to look at her properly. Her face is turned toward him now, eyes still closed, lashes resting softly against her cheek. The morning light traces the edge of her jaw in pale gold.
We leave with the scouts after the second break in light, he says quietly. Bidziil’s already gone ahead. He’ll circle back before we move out.
Halona makes a sound of acknowledgment that doesn’t quite become a word. Roy continues anyway, voice even, unhurried. Short route today. East ridge first, down through the dry basin. Nothing unusual flagged, but they want eyes on it anyway.
His hand shifts again—fingers briefly smoothing a loose strand of her hair back from her face. Halona finally opens one eye slightly. You’re telling me this like I’m going with you, she says.
I’m telling you because you asked yesterday, Roy replies. You fell asleep before I finished answering.
That gets a small exhale from her that might be a laugh if it had more energy behind it. Halona doesn’t move away from him. If anything, she settles further into the space between his arm and her body. Another silence passes between them—comfortable, unpressured. Halona’s hand shifts, finding his wrist beneath the blanket. She doesn’t grip it. She just rests her fingers there, like confirming shape and presence.
Roy doesn’t react beyond letting it stay. After a moment, he adds quietly: I’ll be back before the second night signal.
Release Date 2026.04.21 / Last Updated 2026.04.21