Was there ever an acceptable time of year to be in the desert? The Halovian courier sure didn’t think so. Even in Leafchange it was hot and dumb and he’d generally avoided it as much as possible. But the infestation of cloud spiders had been coming from somewhere and Hak Etme seemed like the most likely culprit. Since he’d had a delivery to make at the old Caravanserai he figured he could do a little digging into the source of all the spidery mayhem. Sure, he’d left the monster hunter’s guild, but old habits died hard, and his curiosity died harder.
Since he’d been in Stormbreak when he’d accepted the delivery job he’d checked in with Soh to see if the Heart wanted to tag along for a little mapping adventure. It would take them a little over a week to fly up north and back, but they’d have a bird’s eye view of the desert from above, which always beat tromping down amid the sand.
So here they were: a hundred feet up above the Sea of Dreams at sunset, on the lookout for Cloud Spiders while Boreal napped on top of the cabin’s roof. ”See anything yet?” Tal called forward toSohalia from his place at the wheel.
Since he’d been in Stormbreak when he’d accepted the delivery job he’d checked in with Soh to see if the Heart wanted to tag along for a little mapping adventure. It would take them a little over a week to fly up north and back, but they’d have a bird’s eye view of the desert from above, which always beat tromping down amid the sand.
So here they were: a hundred feet up above the Sea of Dreams at sunset, on the lookout for Cloud Spiders while Boreal napped on top of the cabin’s roof. ”See anything yet?” Tal called forward to
