Verdigris Ravine hip

Storm.

Candle looked to S'ari anxiously, then back to Zoug. Leave? She asked of him, uncertain; unfamiliar with the ways of the desert. The priestess had been raised in a place of humans, their pale walls and soft ground, sunlight only seen through strange reflective spaces in the walls that could not be passed but, as she had learned when the fire struck, could be shattered into hundreds of cutting little shards. That was how they'd escaped.

But she did not know how to escape a storm, or if they could at all. So she looked to Zoug for this, and to Ko'a if the woman was near. S'ari was in no state to make decisions. It would have to be them.