Luneshale Pass Desert Groove

Fixing this to bordering luneshale!

Somewhere over the horizon. Far. Nothing tired her. Her pads dug into the burn of the sand. Racharra, tumbling after to make her way through the dunes, she saw. She would learn on her own, to navigate their king. To Senmut, her head turned and burned with the same gaze that settled upon her soul and pupils the moment they began their departure.
"Water."
Beyond the river.
To the naked eye, there was nothing.

They would do well to rest in the night before they preceded too far from their current location. But her sights had pinned forward, towards the Cenote. 

Ahead of them, the empty, dead path that she looked to. And perhaps she'd deemed herself responsible to ensuring she did not lead a path that would leave their caravan bones. A gamble, if they found nothing.

Beyond farther, she wondered if Sahu had sent bands mining for jewels. If they'd too rotted under the backside of Shuyet's eye, and Ra's light.

Legend seemed positive.