Snippet #2686521

Musa had become more and more passive as the group progressed, no matter how slow, through the sands. First it was becoming so feeble after the Ship Jumping that had her so quiet and now it was this camp of loud explosions and great fires in the distance. Her neck hurt and she always found herself flexing her hands. She didn't like this place one bit. Yes they fed her and treated her burns, which were now peeling in the itchiest of ways, but being healed came with a cost it seemed. Now she was moving about the wagons and inspecting its cargo.

Each wagon had a glass cage, which appealed to her immensely and helped her block out the volume of the camp. She pondered on how the cage was made as each bar flawlessly melded into the base. After a bit more wandering, she found herself talking with one of the Meltsanders and asking them how the hold was made. She took mental note of the process. Maybe Margesh could make their own glass some day. They had the means of pulling it off.
After learning all she desired, she hopped onto the wagon of Dustin and Elise, who's names she might know but couldn't remember and the moment. She sat close enough to hear them but far enough to not be labeled nosy. But they would notice she was there, and she spoke up before she could gain any suspicious looks. "Excuse me for my intrusion. But I do hope that you will allow me to listen to you two speak? There is too much talk of blood here and something light helps to ease my nerves." Her golden eyes flit from the female to the male, earnest shining in them.