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

She presses a brief kiss to his cheek and pushes forward, suddenly feeling shy. The moment lifts her spirits, though, and her steps seem a little lighter as they continue their search in silence. Yet night soon falls, and the two find no shelter, eventually settling near where the water laps at the sand. Sarthorn takes the first watch, as always, but sleep does not come to Nesini easily. When it does, however, it is blissfully dreamless.