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Musa Grazing Bull

Musa's face is impassive until her eyes finish viewing you. Then she blinks and gives you a small smile.

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, as played by Muunchkin

Description

"I've heard the scholars say that there are more grains of sand than there are stars in the sky.. How exciting."

ImageName: Musa(Moo-Suh) Grazing Bull
Sex: Female
Age: 21

Physical Description: Musa has the build of a flexible archer while standing at an average 5'5". Her hair is jet black and, almost, cut harshly to only reach her jawline. Two strands were left long in order to be braided down to her full, C sized breasts. Her skin is a sun-kissed brown due to genetics and being outdoors almost all of the time. Along her arms, legs, face, and back are red, tattoo like paintings. They could either depict status or hold a story of some sort that she chooses to not speak of. Her eyes are also a honeyed gold, native to her peoples. Her face is always set in one of scrutiny, as if she is constantly taking in information and analyzing it.

Clothing: Musa usually likes to wear anything that can be as close to naked as she can get but without being deemed inappropriate or blush-worthy and can also allow her body to move and stretch to whatever the situation calls for. Something such as this would be made of soft leather or strictly cloth. Over her breasts is a tight cloth wrap that keeps her breasts from interfering, which is covered by a slim fitting piece that is sleeveless and reaches up to the middle of her neck. The piece is more like a body suit and a coffee brown in color. Along with this, she wears large and gold disc earings, bracelets and a long, sparkling neckalace that surprisingly is very quiet. On her legs are snug, soft leather leggings that hug her ankles and pull just a bit above her waist. Her feet are covered by black flats that lace up to her mid-calf and have a visible steel toe and sole, the metal is laden with tiny holes so that the desert sand won't burn her feet through it. It also keeps her toes nice and cool. Along with everything, she will wear a cowl and cape during her travels. She also always wears the skull of a Water Buffalo.

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125 lbs
Skin Colour: Sunned Brown
Hair Colour: Jet Black
Eye Colour: Honey Gold

Occupation: Hunter/Gatherer & Trader
History/Bio: Back home in Trenn, Musa was a well respected member of her clan and peoples, The Lakuli. She functioned as a Hunter/Gatherer and a Trader for her clan. In the beginning, Musa, as a babe, was found during a violent rainstorm mere minutes before the river would rise higher and sweep her away to an inevitable death. Hence her name, Musa: Saved from the Water. But before it could happen, a group of Hunters on their way back from a long hunt heard her wailing and quickly saved and brought her back to the Clan. Since she was small and obviously hungry, the clan quickly took her in and she was given to a couple who was unable to bear children of their own. Growing strong and learning of her origin when she was an appropriate age she immediately aligned herself with her rescuers and strove to be the greatest or at least, most respected of them all. And soon she was. With her rise, the clan elected her to be their trader whenever they should need it.

Home Town: Trenn
Native Clan: The Lakuli
Population: 175
Settlements: Trenn
Location: Margesh

Description: The Lakuli people of Trenn are rough but intellgent group. Although living may be a bit primal, they have their advances here and there that changes this idea quite a bit. Said to have descendants from the Ruma Jungle, the clan was started, developed and is ruled by 5 people. Because of living conditions the people have a hard time breaking 200 population wise, but every year there is some discovery that can make living a bit easier and allows the group to grow. Trenn is a town of clay and stone aranged in various heights and lengths. The city recieves very few visitors during the year but a few scholars will endure the long trip in order to learn how such a large amount of people manage to survive near an active volcano. The five people who govern Trenn have a head who is the oldest therefore the wisest and then the ages vary in number. Varying ages allow for every age group in the Clan to be represented fairly. All in all, the clan gets along well and is rarely sought to be dominated by a larger and more powerful clan as they have very little standing rank wise.

Personality: Musa is quiet, only speaking when spoken to, if she has the spotlight, or if totally necessary. When she does get around to speaking she will smile, laugh and joke with those around her. Sometimes she can be jumpy or skeptical of certain things. Her heart is large and her eyes are keen but all in all her spirit animal is a cat. The Grazing Bull portion of her name is because of her quiet and observative tendencies. Yet if poked the wrong way she can become a reasonable foe.

Fears and Desires: She fears the loud rolling of thunder, and the sound of explosions, as back home they meant that the volcano had erupted yet again. What she desires is no different from any other woman, that being love and family. But what she truly strives for is a title that is worthy of a head nod from even the highest official.

Equipment and Weapons: She is exceptional with any type of Pole weapon. Those being Staffs, Polearms or Glaives, with a Staff being the one she chooses. She is also commendable with a bow and arrow.
As a gift to her and for her inevitable travels as a Trader, Musa was gifted with an Eirka(Ear-ka) to be used as her mount. Eirka are only native to the Volcanic regions of Margesh. They resemble lions in body but dogs in their muscular build and nimble legs. Red in color, they feed off of constant heat but need fresh water and a reasonable supply of prey to live. The beasts are quick, aggressive and difficult to tame.

Styles and Abilities: Musa fights like a bird, flitting in, landing a blow, and moving back out before she can be swiped down. This style allows her a full range with her body and her weapon.

So begins...

Musa Grazing Bull's Story

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Dustin, seeing that the decision had diffused, quickly followed the armored woman to go tend to female wearing the skull. As he passed Skullivan and the now-identified woman arsonist he grabbed a container of water from her wagon. Casting a glare at her, he knelt beside Musa with the water at hand.

"So you'd met those girls," the Kassellander nodded to Bohdana and Elise. "You met them in Dol-Duna, and surely saw them when you happened upon us, and yet you still fired upon the camp?"

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Before the negotiations.


From the moment he saw the fires clinging to his tent he knew there was a situation underway.

Even still teetering on the end of his high he was still canny enough to act under the shadow of battle, quickly grabbing his backpack and guns. It was most unfortunate that his tent was one purchased in some village up in Bola Brisk as almost no Downder woven products would of caught fire so easily.

"The tent is aflame..! I do not know how but the... Must leave... Now."

He was briefly distracted by numerous bumps on his shin from the woman he had let take rest in his tent. He shortly considered extracting her from the burning wreckage of his tent but saw not only the others coming in to help but also the fact that the tent's fabric would only burn for some time. The chances of damages coming to her were only likely from direct contact with the flames. Little help would do her good anyways if the attackers kept firing.

"I shall go and solve the problem. Stay safe."


With those words he left the tent, his shrapnel pipe in hand as he looked out. Already the sun was casting it's light across the sands. He wasn't supposed to be awake at this greater mark. He wasn't supposed to be spending more time wandering through the sleeping marks. He was tired, his eyes and skin were hurting and his buzz was starting to verge into the after-effects or 'hangover'. Even with some of the calming herbs still modifying his mental state he was far from pleased.

Quickly seeing the shooter up on a dune he took cover. The wetlander's rifle was slung across a shoulder next to his backpack while he gripped firm on his specially designed blunderbuss. He crawled along, keeping behind cover as he started to move to flank this mysterious attacker. His intent was to travel in a wide crescent path in order to surround whoever was firing upon their camp so he could catch them off guard and fill them with shot.


Several other people had started yelling at the attacker, trying to communicate with the invader for some reason. He had little intent on sharing words. In his mind at that moment it was just another obstacle between him and dear sleep. What stayed his assault was when the mysterious antagonist retreated out of view, out of a clean shot's line of fire. "Sulfurous!" He quietly swore as he moved up, attempting to regain target awareness so he could ready a shot.



After the negotiations begun.


As he was keeping well hidden behind the dunes, peaking out only to try and spot the flame thrower, he could hear the mechanical guts of a machine at work. Into view rolled a large vehicle laden with supplies. The driver was logically their attacker. When the hood came down it was revealed to be none other than... Some person.

After the drugs and the aftermath of the wetlander's attack his recollection of the events even up until now were a grey haze of generally absent distinction. He had seen many interesting faces back in Dol Duna, this one was not about to stick out in his memory anytime soon if ever. Regardless she attacked first, aggression warrants retaliation.


She did speak of the idol however, the very item Skullivan desired. As he spoke of his knowledge of both the idol and the change it was clear enough that this person was a piece in this growing puzzle to find the change. It stymied his desire to shoot her in the back for the time being. That being said it was not entirely certain whether this attacker would part with the necessary information or if she would simply kill them after she got what she wanted. The killing seemed like the more likely outcome so he took a moment to think.

An idea was had. Taking advantage of her distraction as she was taken up with conversing with the very people she tried to kill Thessir quietly crept up behind the wagon from around a sand dune. Producing a couple multipurpose tools from his jacket he opened up the wagon's power covering and investigated the power core to the wagon itself. Carefully using the tools to adjust a few power routes he was able to crack open the contacts between the power core and the engine for the mechanism itself. He applied his Explode Powder, a chemical mixture of his making which packs far more power than regular explosive powders, to the insides of the contacts before setting them back into place. With this in place the moment the wagon attempted to apply any energy towards any function it would explode it's power core, disabling it's functionality and possibly creating a chain reaction potent enough to detonate the power supply and destroy the wagon itself.


Concealing the sabotage he snuck back around the wagon out of sight of the attacker. Finding a new point of cover he took aim with his shrapnel pipe, this time at the generator she carried with her. Given how the rounds which were loaded in his gun were designed to pierce obstructions such as stalactites and stalagmites when shooting at bats or other dangerous cave predators he was fairly sure a shot from his shrapnel pipe would tear the diminutive generator apart with ease. This way if this dangerous intruder attempted to shoot fire he'd have ample time to shut her weapon's power source down.

So he waited, hidden away behind cover, his pitch black eyes drinking in the sight of that generator while his finger rested on the trigger, ready to open fire at the drop of a hat.

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"H-hey, uh, are you okay? I have some water here? And something to eat?"

Everything was black and sounds were muted to her ears as Musa sat there, cross legged and unresponsive to the events around her. She was deaf to the situation at hand and the reactions to it. Her tongue was heavy and dry and her temples were pounding with the effort of staying awake. The act of being conscious was becoming harder as time seemed to pass like days. But she refused to close her heavy eyelids or lay down her weary body. Then that sentence, close to her ear, pierced her frozen state. Gasping, she lifted her head as quick as she could, which was in practical slow motion. Her eyes were pale, gloomy and distant as she blinked and tried to focus on the blur of grey and gold before her. Her pupils switched down as she swayed from left to right, trying to focus on a blur of brown in what must be the figure's hand. "What..? Who are you..?" she rasped, involuntarily reaching for whatever it was that was in the female's hand. Her body was telling her she needed it. But, like a skeptical rabbit, she pulled back her hand as another colorful blob entered her field of view and made her squint at him. Am I already asleep and this is some dream? The words echoed in her head as she thought them. Again she reached for what was being held out to her and instinctively tilted it to her lips.

The water was like a gift from whoever created this world. Once it re-hydrated her tongue, she couldn't stop. She drank from it like a baby, who'd just learned how to grasp things, would a bottle. Not one drop missed her mouth as she would never allow it to. The drink cooled her aching stomach and made her head pound as her brain began working again, revitalized from the water. Then the water was gone and she smacked her lips and blinked her eyes to see Ka'Wa at her side. The other blob was no where to be seen, but she did see something going on at the center of the camp. Eyes looking at Ka'Wa again, a bit critically, she spoke, her voice much improved. "You gave me this?"

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Davikal sighed and looked over at his cellmates, unimpressed with his female companions. After his failed attempt to kill his former employee and the other rabble rousers, being imprisoned seemed a steep price to pay for trying to get the money back for his ruined products.

"I didn't think a rebate would be so much trouble," he muttered with some disgust.

~*~
Ka'Wa met Musa's stare unblinkingly although inside, she was really starting to panic. There didn't seemed to be relief or joy at Ka'Wa's actions. Instead, she got a bit of a critical look and the knight began to think she had made a mistake.

Before she could answer however, her gaze broke as she looked over at where the commotion had come up once more. Ka didn't answer, not until it had died down again.

"Yes, I'm sorry if you didn't like it but I didn't have much else," she said quickly, starting to fidget with her hands.

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Musa shook her head slowly, too fast and she would become nauseous. "No..No. Thank you." She hummed, looking up a Ka'Wa with a growing light in her eyes that had dimmed over the last two days. "I was dying, of that I am sure. My head was swimming in darkness and my eyes were heavy." She said, her voice much stronger and much clearer now, water really was the elixir of life. Still holding the flask that had been given to her, she looks down and gently moves it in a circular motion to try and feel if there was any water left for her to drink. Once she felt nothing moving inside the container, she frowned slightly while looking up "I am sorry. There is none left for you or me." Gently, she hands the item back and once it is in Ka'Wa's hands, she gently touches her wrists in a kind gesture.

"Now.. I thought I also heard you say you have food in your possession?"

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Sƶren's sand-mud hut had collapsed upon him at some point in the night, but he'd been too tired, and too sore, to do anything more then shake his head enough to get some fresh air in through a hole in the sand. All throughout his task his arms had been going from chilled by the frost he was creating with his runes, to warm from the sand, and when he was done both arms were raw and red, but he couldn't really feel them. It was sort of like the pins and needles sensation of a limb falling asleep, but that was all. A glance told him he had overdone it, but he'd ignored all of this and collapsed into a fitful sleep under his improvised hut. Without his knowing it, Duneyrr had wandered off in the night, heading back home to the Dead Forest. Like Sƶren himself, the northern creature had adapted surprising well to the desert lands during their treks south, and so he had no reason to believe the stag would not make it home safe.

At some point the sun had begun to rise, and the sand around Sƶren heated and dried as it did so. He was still mostly covered as the winds blew the sands to and fro, which, as it turned out, was a good thing, because at some point he began smelling smoke.Raising his head just enough to look around but remain hidden by the sands, the northman watched as the events unfolded before him. A stranger with a weapon that threw fire attacked, then seemed to try and negotiate, and while this happened a strange, pale man with what Sƶren took to be, and later found out was, a firearm snuck off on his own. Soon there was an explosion, followed by a burst of flame, and people were sent flying, as a few seconds later a stranger arrived carrying a small firearm and a sword.

Someone was able to diffuse the situation somewhat, and Sƶren took this opportunity to rise up out of the sand, immediately standing up to his full height. He clutched his spear in one hand, and without his cloak and helm he did not look quiet as intimidating, but it must still have been an odd sight. Especially given the fact that his arms looked as though they had been scoured by sandpaper, and the edges of his rune tattoos were bleeding slightly.

He had no idea what was going on, but he did notice the woman lying in the sand, blackened from the explosion and bleeding out. And so, without a word, he stepped out of the sand and walked through the chaos, passing by the men with the firearms without a second glance, to make it to the woman. Once at her side he kneels down, lays the spear in the sand, then places a hand on her side.

"This is going to hurt a bit." Sƶren says to the strange woman as he places his hand flat against her wound. With a wince the runes on his arms begin to glow, slightly, and ice begins to form over her wound, stopping the bleeding and numbing it. Once a decent layer of ice has formed over the wound, he sighs and sits back in the sand, breathing a little harder than he normally would after exerting his magics. "What is going on out here?" He asks, looking to the woman, then around at all the others.

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Mirova exhaled deeply as Sƶren began to tend her wounds, the ice layer covering the bloodied marks along her side. "What's going on?" She breathed, a large smile coming over her face as her head rolled back. "You lot-" She placed a fingernail on Sƶren's chest weakly. "Have gotten yourself into something bigger than you can imagine." She rolled her head to face the cowboy ninja in the distance. "And he is hunting us- but so was I, so you can't hold it against him."

Skullivan frowned as Jake spoke. A bounty-hunter of some kind - searching among them for criminals. Skullivan breathed. He didn't know who the criminals were, and he didn't really care right now.

"Hey- we really aren't responsible for your fire," The Wetland Traitor called. "This group is not a bunch of criminals trying to escape the law... we're-" Skullivan swallowed, glancing back at the team - all eyes were on him, Boh staring up, Sƶren and Mirova beside her, Dustin, Elise and Uluru at the forefront ready to confront the bounty-hunter, Thessir in the no-man's land between them, Ka'Wa and Musa in the back dealing with their wounds, and behind them Aisha, Xaverius, and Whisper had gathered to observe the scene. "We're searching for the Change. Together," Skullivan's words were lost as he looked over the faces - many of whom he did not yet know their name. "So please: leave us alone." The Traitor turned to Jake, appearing almost in tears. "I'm so tired. Just leave us alone."

Mirova shifted by Sƶren, her injuries stinging her as she moved. "Bounty-hunter," She called. "Escort us to the nearest town, I will assist your investigation there. We need medicine and food - and to get out of the sea." Mirova squinted to the man. "What say you?"

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"Don't think this is over yet," Uluru whispered threateningly near inaudibly to Mirova, though making it appear as if he nodded gratefully, as he looked to face Jake. "I know about as much as you do, kid. But listen to this woman," he nodded to Mirova. "We've been in some harrowing circumstances. We have one dead a few wounded. Help us get to the next settlement and we can peace together what happened at the bar and to your friend."

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"Um, oh, yeah! Sorry," Ka'Wa said hurriedly as she handed over the fruit she had been holding to Musa. Ka then placed the canteen on her lap and looked over to where the others were discussing more. Jake asked a question and Ka simply shook her head, haven't really heard of what Jake had mentioned.

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Mirova glanced up at Jake handed her the linen. With a grunt she began to tie it over her torso. "Aklar is big, the gate to the south - our journey for the Change can start in ernest there. But Clan Meltsand..." She licked her lips as she adjusted her hood. "I'd avoid it if at all possible, but-" With a sigh she turned, looking over the very tired camp - desperate to move to shelter. "-they don't have much of a choice."

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The sun shone high above as the team marched above the dunes - Jake leading the pack, Skullivan bundled in his cloak following. The path out the camp had been dune after dune, no more a sign of civilization in one direction than another - but Jake seemed to know where to go. Skullivan squinted as ahead Jake had stopped at the peak of a dune, looking over the sands before marching forward again. He didn't trust Mirova or Jake, but as Mirova said, they didn't have much of a choice.

Skullivan glanced behind him, as Mirova's self-moving wagon chugged forward unevenly on the sand - the Nomad Mir herself and several of the injured positioned on it. "So what exactly is this Clan Meltsand?" Skullivan commented, more to the whole group than anyone in particular, as he stumbled in the sand behind Jake. "Why is Aklar so much better?"

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Uluru leaned his head back against the wall of the carriage, watching over Mirova as she lay injured from their scuffle in the sands a day ago. Despite their efforts to get a move on, everyone seemed largely tired from yesterday's events and Uluru couldn't blame them. Nary a word had been spoken since then, but his impatience had grown and now he felt was the time to ask. ..."Nomad...nomad, wake up," he state, nudging the sleeping Mirova in the arm with his foot as she drooled on the floor of her own wagon.

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"Not lava," Jake corrected. "Meltsand." He glanced up at the sun from under his hat, and then adjusted the wide-brimmed view. "We're making good time, we'll probably reach the town by nightfall. But we've passed into the boundaries of the Clan, so it's possibly we'll run into a scouting group. In fact..."

Jake paused, and raised his voice. "Listen, all of you. If we run into the Meltsand clan, keep your heads down and let me do the talking. They happen to know me, so we should be able to get by without fighting. I don't want any of rushing off into the dunes and attempting to snipe them, or doing some other stupid act that will get us all killed, since I'm quite aware that several of you are capable and willing to do that."

Shaking his head, Jake turned and kept walking, taking a small sip from the canteen at his waist.

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Lying down in that wagon and passing in and out of sleep, Aisha had a lot of time to think to herself, despite having to share the space. Aisha was probably the last person who'd ever be against sharing, but for a while she had found it uncomfortable to be in the Mir's prolonged presence. After all, she had attacked them the day before and the other girl who lay injured in the wagon was a victim of such an attack. Nonetheless, it was through the Mir's charity that Aisha could rest in the wagon and it was Aisha's own belief that all people could be forgiven. So, Aisha forgave Mirova, but that didn't mean she was on negotiation terms with her. After all, their beliefs were almost exact opposites, so what room was there for negotiation? To save her, as well as the rest of them, Aisha would have to avoid being blunt, something Aisha was still plotting in her head.

Something woke Aisha from her current state of rest, although it wasn't the conversation between two other occupants of the wagon. The pain from Aisha's injuries never went away, but somehow, Aisha felt a tremendous pressure on her chest all of a sudden. She went into a short fit of coughing and found herself spitting up phlegm. It made her chest hurt. All of a sudden, it seemed as if all the pain in Aisha's body became more intense. No, it was more like all the pain she was withstanding had suddenly become unbearable. Aisha gasped, but the intake of air brought a dry pain in her throat, only to cause her to gasp and heave more. She struggled while heaving, her head and body twitching this way and that, but it only seemed to bring on more pain. She was barely aware of anything anymore, only the pain, and it was relentless.

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Musa was sitting smack in the center of the wagon. She had piled what materials were soft around her and did a bit of the same for the others, but more notified them that they could make the ride more comfortable. She had also taken some square of cloth and made a cowl for herself.

Now they were all traversing the sands to some dangerous city by the name of Aklar, its residents constantly feuding with eachother. She only deducted this from the conversations around her. Despite the events of the day before, nearly everyone was very chatty. But not kindly so. There was anger in the man, who owned the fleshy butterfly's, voice as he spoke to Mirova. The woman some of the girls of the group found while running about Dol-Duna. And a trio of people near the front of the wagon were engaged in a debate on beliefs, the young girl nearly starting an argument with her audibly raw emotions.
As the sun beat down on her bare shoulders, Musa was glad that Ka'Wa had given her the apple earlier. She was even happier that she didn't chew it properly because now her stomach was taking longer to digest it. To add to that, she had taken some of the salvageable food that was caught in the massive explosion a few hours ago and did her best to notify others to do the same before they had started their journey. Now she was feeling 100 times better than before.

While listening to the Cowboy, the Scarfed man, and the Young Girl speak, she came to respect the Cowboy. He had a solid reasoning for his doubts on the change. A reasoning of which she could relate to. Not everyone in this world was suffering. It was unfortunate that many were, but such was the way of nature, grass or sand. "Life is always going to be hard.. You cannot depend on tales and stories to rescue you from your hardships. But what you can depend on is your ability to better yourself and find ways to survive. And then once you know how to survive, you start to live." Musa spoke in her clear and voluminous voice. She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, especially since her back was to everyone and she was staring in a westwardly direction. She was thinking outloud.

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Aisha whimpered incoherently, aware of Uluru's presence, but unable to form words. She would reach out, but immediately cringe. Aisha felt as if she had been stabbed or shot, both of which actually did happen, but it was as if she were reliving those very instances when they happened, and that excruciating moment of fear she experienced at that time as well.

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"You guys are real- Qafarian, aren't you?" Skullivan muttered, glaring from Musa to Jake as he trodded in the sand.

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Musa puffed through her nose to expel sand and to notify the others that she had again removed herself from the conversation. She would not repeat herself to the emotional female or to anyone else. Instead, she would take a relaxing breath and watch the dunes roll by. If there was any problem, when they all reached Alkar they could all go their separate ways if they so choose. But if not, then they would have to learn to respect the opinion of an individual and to not criticize and try to change that outlook.

After putting the chat behind her, she finally noticed the female nearest to her having an episode. Her eyes a bit wide, she turned to see the owner of the Butterfly, offering her an elixir in the form of a berry. she watched him force feed the girl the food and turned her eyes back to her dunes once everything seemed to be under his control. Casting her thoughts out, she began fiddling with her braids.

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Jake shrugged to Skullivan's comment. "I guess so. I've never really considered myself as part of anything. But I like the desert. You know what to expect from it. It'll take care of you if you follow its rules." Jake's eyes turned distant. "And it will kill you if you don't. It's very black and white, distinct. It doesn't cheat."

Jake looked at Skullivan. "The desert doesn't promise anything, it just states facts."

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Skullivan squinted at Jake. "We survive through, like, unity. We're all... little cogs in the empire. Here it's every man for himself."

Mirova hummed at the scene before her. "Don't die," She said unhelpfully to Aisha.

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The sun lowered down to kiss the sandy horizon, turning the sky into a fiery orange around the group who trundled along among the lengthening shadows of the dunes towering above them in sections. They mostly stuck to low ground because of the rusty wagon that rattled along. Climbing the dunes wasn't exactly a meager task, especially for exhausted, lost wanderers pulling along a cart, but Bohdana had a particular trick for doing it without exerting much energy.

Boh had separated herself from the group after the small argument she had a part in. She felt frustrated and sad - the sight of the sunset not helping with her mood. Just a day earlier, at this very time, she had lost her beloved uncle and her only remaining family to the sands. How could he, she thought angrily while tears pricked her eyes, how could he leave her like this. Surrounded by a group of strangers, one of which had attempted to kill her, the other smashing her only reason to keep going into the grains. Most frustratingly of all; leaving her with an impossible task.

She kicked the sand bitterly, watching the fog of yellow drift off into the wind. How could he leave her like this. It wasn't fair.

A thought popped into her head as she caught sight of Jake up ahead, shadowed by a particularly large dune beside them. She stopped for a moment and pulled a strange sort of metal board attached to her pack beside the rifle. In a swift movement Boh had twisted a small Taqa from her pouch into a little hole on one of the ends and in an instant the sand-glider powered to life.

The girl stepped onto the sand-glider while slinging her pack over her shoulders and, without speaking to the others, drifted upside the large dune of sand. As the wind blew her hairs over her face she looked out from the top, seeking a vantage point.

Almost instantly, Boh spotted the Meltsand camp in the distance.

Hundreds - perhaps thousands of tents dotted a vast expanse of sand in obscured patterns, but most notably she recognized metal vehicles and some other types of strange contraptions - catapults, batarams, large guns that looked like the smaller one Mirova carried. War machines. The whole place was like a military encampment. Bohdana swallowed and squinted down to the group below the dune, her young voice being carried in the wind, "Clan Meltsand is just up ahead!"