Eryth's mouth was full of dust. Absolutely chock full of the stuff. The taste left much to be desired. Supposedly there used to be a great ocean that covered this area, full of all sorts of zany critters of the aquatic persuasion. Now it was part of the endless desert of Sunside, and all that ancient history was doing little other than making it rather hard for Eryth to breathe.

With a start that threw an off-white dust geyser into the air, the beleaguered courier doubled over and began a series of hacking coughs. Unfortunately, after a cough one usually wants to inhale. Alas, the agitated dust cloud decided to linger and was sucked back in, prompting another round of hacking. 

"Stupid..*hack* fucking.. *cough* scorched.. *double hack* wastes!"

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A scratchy and hoarse mezzo scattered across the low dunes. As the cloud surrounding its source took the inspiration and started to scatter as well, the sputtering form of a woman materialized. Wiping the grit out of her eyes, Eryth looked around. 

She saw dust.

Just dust. 

Everywhere.

"Shit."

She had managed to fall off the caravan. 

"I am so fucked."

With a wobble and a stumble, she rose to her feet.