The searing, arid heat of the desert sun beat down relentlessly on the caravan, and the Scissortails became increasingly appreciative of Niku's generous offer to help them cross the dunes in exchange for protection from the bandit raiders who plagued the sandy hills. The gusting wind did not provide as much relief from the warmth as they had hoped, and they squinted their eyes and covered their faces against the fine particles swept up in the breeze.
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Written for Artober.
I did get slightly excited to see "dune" as one of the prompts. I've been itching to draw the aqilans and the kurach in desert duds.
