Ocean's Breath Plateau seventy-second

iiana trails closely behind the pack heads, eager. she could just barely catch a glance to the figures from the faraway land. those that came from the desert to the humidity of the sea — civilizations from opposite worlds. the woman shivers from the weight of her own thoughts

or maybe its the cold front hitting her.

then, as commanded to, she rushes to fetch the goods alongside her own personal findings. quick on her feet, she carries the goods in their bags, all prepared to display them for the foreigners.