Luneshale Pass Desert Groove

i had to retype this lol

Racharra, much to her embarrassment, struggled under the unrelenting glare of the summer sun. Ra, god of the sun — she recalled — can he please show some mercy soon?
some how, this trek through the desert felt even worse than the first. perhaps it was because her mother was there to ease the little lake cub's feet when they ached and lifted the burden occasionally. but that was it: she was little. now, there were few that could carry her.

but it was knowing she wasn't alone on this journey (or this agony, but she'd never say that) that provided some comfort. a reason to keep moving. it also helped to consider it part of her training. if she was really going to stay loyal to Akashingo, it'd be wise to learn and accustom to all of the terrain and not just the safety of the palace. even if as a nebet she'd have not much reason to venture outwards. not without a duty anyways.