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

His paws sink within the sand, each step near silent as they grow closer towards the beach and it’s waves. The scent of salt hasn’t left his nose for long now, and traveling this little from the coast hadn’t changed it much either. But it increases gradually.
Mixed emotions befall him with it. Fortunately, Nesini is at his side; a comfort more dear to him than any other. He dips his head, brushing his cheek upon her own in response to her nudge.
I love you, Nesi. The weight they hold does not show in his voice as much as it should. Nesini means the world to him, yet Sarthorn has always been awkward in his show of emotion—the berating of the past makes it too vulnerable to share. He trusts her with it nonetheless, praying that she understands the depth each night they remind each other of their care.