Shimmering Sands i hope the roof flies off and i get blown out into space

Sarthorn agrees; it is a maze of endless sea, sand and snow. Little foliage has dotted their path for miles since they began traveling the coastline. The idea of it was to land upon a fruitful place, without wandering away from the comforts of what they knew.
I will stand watch, he comments. If they are unable to find shelter, then he is used to staying awake long after his body screeches for rest. We could also travel… inland. He suggests, shifting red eyes south.