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7th of Zi'da 717

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7th of Zi'da. Arc 717.


The wind whipped around the body as it slowly rose from just beneath the earth's surface, stirring debris into the atmosphere in small, swirling twisters. Max sputtered and lifted her head to sit up on her knees. Her hands wiped away the fine grains that had plastered against her face, and she peered through squinted eyes with a furrowed brow. The landscape was an absolute novelty to her and her heart sunk the bit she took it all in.

Where am I?

Everywhere she looked it was there: sand. With awe, she watched the wind steal it promptly from her grasp as it slipped between the fingers of both her hands. Mountains of it towered in every which direction as far as the eye could see. The Rusalka rose to her feet with wide eyes while her hair billowed gently behind her.
"No, no, no!" she murmured as she spun rapidly in place. Clouds in the sky shifted to unleash the wrath of the sun upon her, and quickly she lifted a hand to shield her eyes. The heat was hot upon her skin. While at present it wasn't unbearable, she'd noted no natural structures like big rocks or plants whose shadow she could hide within when it became too much. Time on the open ocean with the Biqaj had taught her how perilous long-time exposure to the sun could be. She supposed the same rules still applied in what was apparently a desert wasteland.

Have to move, have to move.

She had every direction to choose from, but every horizon looked bleak when there was nothing but endless sand. Nonetheless, she chose one and began trudging through the desert. Given her dismal situation, she wasn't sure whether she hoped for water or for whiskey more. She must've wandered for at least a half break before something appeared in the distant haze. At first she couldn't tell what it was. A rock? Another sand dune? Yet as she moved closer she realized the shape was none other than some sort of building. Her eyes widened at the notion of shelter and her slowed pace quickened with purpose. When she arrived, she threw open the worn wooden doors to find another surprise.

A half-full tavern...in the middle of no where?

Perhaps wishful thinking was more powerful than she'd thought. In any case, she needed little prompting to make her way inside. The moment she crossed the threshold, however, every head snapped toward her to stare. Max paused before planting her foot down upon the sand-ridden, wooden floor. Their expressions weren't necessarily ones of animosity. Frankly, she couldn't correctly gauge just what was going on behind their eyes. They just seemed...blank. Slowly she set her foot down upon the other side of the threshold. Then, just like that, everyone went back to laughing, drinking, and generally returning to whatever it was they were doing before. Max let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding and made haste for a seat at the bar. One thing was for certain: she didn't pick a seat that left her back to this strange crowd.


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