The Baked Earth

Stretching out before her green eyes, Islana gazed, almost mesmerized, by the flat landscape of brown sand and azure sky which seemed to have no end.

The heat hit hard and fast, the sun seemed in its glory, like this place was specifically meant for it. Even the air was filled with the smell of heat, sweat and sand.

Her ears craved silence to fully take in this experience but riding with a caravan did not make that possible.

The redhead was glad for the robes they had been able to acquire at the market, much more adaptable to this climate than her usual clothing.

Looking down on her arm, Kaithak was also looking out on the vastness of the desert. Islana had gained a small hood for the falcon, as it was important he be as comfortable as possible for the trip. Kaithak's wing wasn't healed, yet and Islana was taking no chances with her feathered companion.

Kaithak didn't seem upset at the landscape but more unimpressed. The redhead, on the other hand, was more interested in the desert than even Islana herself ever thought she would be.

Putting the hood on the bird's head, the falcon settled, getting comfortable on her arm. Her own head covered by the headscarf, aquired during that first trip to the market. Kaithak was ready, and so was the young witch.