Zavien
No matter where he looks, there's sand and baked dirt. Despite the occasional rainstorms this season, the Furnace lives up to its name, threatening to cook him into a ripe puddle of sweat even at night. He knows the cold will set in once the heat dissipates from the earth, but it feels like a distant possibility at the present.
Zavien wipes a sleeve across his forehead then pulls a long sip from his canteen in an attempt to stave off the dehydration that's probably already settling in his system. While he, Colt, and the horses struggle, Sol bounces and flies around the desert, scouting ahead and darting back with few signs of exertion.
His eyes squint to the horizon like he might discover that there is something out here for Colt to find, but all he sees is sand, making it hard for him to even tell which way they've come from. "Hm. This place could definitely use some roads. It'd be easy to get lost out here." A pit stop or two would also be nice. A place to stock up on water and sustenance for those forced to travel through.
Zavien wipes a sleeve across his forehead then pulls a long sip from his canteen in an attempt to stave off the dehydration that's probably already settling in his system. While he, Colt, and the horses struggle, Sol bounces and flies around the desert, scouting ahead and darting back with few signs of exertion.
His eyes squint to the horizon like he might discover that there is something out here for Colt to find, but all he sees is sand, making it hard for him to even tell which way they've come from. "Hm. This place could definitely use some roads. It'd be easy to get lost out here." A pit stop or two would also be nice. A place to stock up on water and sustenance for those forced to travel through.
It's a beautiful day.
Don't let it get away.
Don't let it get away.
