Khaeris Dawndancer

The Life in the Desert

The desert was full of life, if you knew where to look. Khaeris didn't, not yet, but she was learning. After only a day in Vol'dun she was enraptured with the place. The Vulpera had been welcoming and warm to her, and she was beyond delighted with the robust alchemical studies their culture utilized. She had stayed the day in the town on the main caravan roads. Their wagons were different than her people's, but the feel of them was the same. She instantly felt more at home there than she had anywhere else in years.

She pulled her braid over her shoulder and peered through the little curtain of the wagon she had rented. The rapidly cooling breeze was refreshing over her warmed skin. The smell of the cooking food from the fires teased her. The wood of the wagon was less dense than her own wagon's paneling and she let her nail drag lightly over the window frame. It was dusty in the desert. Her own dinner lay half-eaten on the tiny table behind her. The spices had been delicious, but still the siren song of a new place at night pulled at her, luring her to watch the town's life further bloom now that it was out of the heaviness of the sun's heat.

Later she would join in the dancing that starting up around the fires. Music was tickling through the vulpera and Khaeris bit her lip, unaware and unknowing why she hesitated to join them already. She would, but it would be a moment. For a moment longer she would simply experience the place, taking it in a heady mix of her senses opening herself to them.