Two Eyes Cenote they said you ain't welcome 'round here anymore

The cough had expanded.

It rattled in her chest, every breath punctuated with a wheeze. Her tongue, pale with dehydration, lolled from between her teeth as she tried to drag air into pained lungs.

The sun was a middling creature, hanging on the distant horizon, searing hot waves rolling off the sand’s surface. Water was a distant dream, she could smell it but a barrier of scent blocked it off. Because why wouldn’t a group settle a desert?

Especially this place. There wasn’t much saliva left, but what was left pooled beneath her tongue. Adaliah slipped her tongue back into her mouth to swallow what little she could, but it wasn’t enough to wet her throat.

Another cough made her sputter, wheezing through it, before she kept walking, staying on her side of the scent line. There was no reason to get rent limb from limb today.