Blacktail Deer Plateau somebody like me

It felt really like on the day, when Osprey had first met Tytonidae. Their encounter had begun with her falling face-first in a shallow pit. Now that you thought of it - a more superstitial person would assume that meeting either of Peregrine's daughters meant a trouble of sandy kind. Since Osprey wasn't like that with her eyes watering and nose itching from inside, she thought of the irony - it appeared that the den wanted to clear itself out of her too.

"I am fine," she said, trying to get rid of the sand, that lied in a thin layer on her tongue and made talking quite uncomfortable. "A-A-A-CHOOOO!" she sneezed with saliva and tiny droplets of mud splurting in every direction. "Goddamnit..." she sweared, trying to move under the thick layer of the sand and being quite relieved that she could still feel her feet and tail.