the raven followed at a distance some days,
           others she was by her side, still others absent
  she felt more in tune with her rhythms than Ysolde was
                   and sometimes she envied her

          she was the one who had suggested the desert
               the wildly different tropics from their seafaring home
           rain was a commodity here, you couldn’t just wash away your worries

  you had to break them down,
       crumble them up like clay
             toss them across the desert and hope
                  they rolled away like the tumbleweeds

Prompt: Breakable