Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141201085902

The sand was hot beneath her feet, but that didn't bother Wynne. She had never had trouble in warm weather. But it was different in the desert. Everything was hot. The wind, the sand, the air itself. It was like standing in an oven. It hadn't been her first choice, but after evading a group of mercs she only had one viable direction. Now she was beginning to think it wasn't much better than her other options.

"An oasis would be nice right now. A pity there isn't even a mirage drawing me into nothing. Or even just a tree."

''Something other than just sand. Perhaps I should turn back, I don't have the supplies to cross this.''

Wynne stopped. Grains of sand were being whipped up at her, making her squint at her surroundings. There was a rather ominous cloud on the horizon. It didn't look good. She made her decision in a moment. It wasn't safe without better protection against the elements. Hoisting the large backpack higher on her shoulder, Wynne swiftly turned back the way she had started. Mostly. She knew it was roughly the right direction, but without any decent landmark it was a long shot that she would find her way back to where she had entered the desert. The faint line of colour was good enough though, she wouldn't be lost.

No more than usual. 