just take your time wherever you go
As Melita hissed, Saiden glanced over at her. Then his eye trailed to her fabric, which was blowing away from them. He didn't laugh or grin, but his lips may have twitched before he turned to look at his own cloth.
Nodding at her question, he pointed in the direction of the wind. "That way." He stepped forward. As he did, he firmed his grip on his little flag. If the breeze shifted, hopefully he'd be able to tell.
He would keep walking forward. As he did, he would drag a foot in the sand. It would hopefully leave a pathway for them to trace the curve of the wind.
Saiden takes a firmer grip on the cloth and walks forward, using it to keep tracking the wind. As he does, he drags a foot in the sand in the direction of the wind.
Nodding at her question, he pointed in the direction of the wind. "That way." He stepped forward. As he did, he firmed his grip on his little flag. If the breeze shifted, hopefully he'd be able to tell.
He would keep walking forward. As he did, he would drag a foot in the sand. It would hopefully leave a pathway for them to trace the curve of the wind.
Saiden takes a firmer grip on the cloth and walks forward, using it to keep tracking the wind. As he does, he drags a foot in the sand in the direction of the wind.
