smoldering sun [o]

[nette]

mors desert is a hot place.

...that's all that ahuda can say about it, really. thankfully, she'd been flown here by ares instead of walking across the entire sandy plane like some of the other unfortunate souls were doing. of course, that doesn't mean that she's not thirsty - she's severely underestimated the heat of the desert, which is quite idiotic in hindsight.

"...are we lost?" she asks ares, who snorts at her from where they've landed. ahuda is leaning against the charizard, poking at her c-gear screen. "because i'm pretty sure that the people at the bulwark gave us the right directions, just... i can't tell where we are."

<we... probably are.>

"great. just our luck."

@anyone, trying to get ahuda out of mors