Shimmering Sands the erinyes

The bear smacked his lips as he rose from the tidal pools, full of oyster meat. It was not a meal he partook in often, sea creatures, and he savored their salty taste as he lumbered through the bright, shimmering sands that served as a barrier between the ocean and the woods. He grunted with annoyance at the overbearing heat, eager to return to the coolness of the shade, but he trudged on, gut heavy with oyster meat.

He wasn't the only one to cross through the imitation desert; a dark female, skinny and small, crossed with determination across her face. The shaman looked towards her curiously, squinting at the girl's lithe form. So I am not the only fool to walk these sands at midday.