Luneshale Pass Desolation. [mp]

And just like that, the surroundings drowned out to be unfamiliar to her. The desert, no longer empty. “I sorry!” The fields of sand she traversed alone in the deep dark was no longer alone. Only sleep, then wakefulness with towering figures with no faces. “‘M sorry!” Her jaws had targeted, lunged, snapped for ones in rapid defense, until her vision saw clearly the royal fur of the Queen. Quicker, the mass of Tavina. Quicker, Tavina’s brute strength down on her body and the imps eyes were apace. “I sorry!”

Her voice was quick, unsteady, and her body incredibly still as her eyes darted around the sands. Tavina, Inji, Queen Toula. Queen, Queen- Inji, Queen, Tavina? Her mouth drank from the skins and her breathing was rapid.
So, perhaps, Tavina had been right, and it was better then
that she went to sleep.