Redsand Canyon This magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose

Tagging leadership, @Germanicus

The northern journey to the mountains had been long and grueling. But when they came to view, satisfaction suffused within her. These were the lands she knew best; the ones she used to call home. Not in these wilds, of course — but the general terrain was familiar nonetheless.

Alstroemeria had been exhausted by the days. Hunger quelled her motivation and strength; and yet, she went on. Tugged and pulled, refusing to close, her eyelids stung.. as did her eyes, dry with the constant winds. 

Thinned was her body now, pulled close against meek muscle and bone. Once she had been strong, but since then, the world had beaten her unto submission. 

As she trailed along the mountain path, she fumbled every so often, losing her footing. It was an odd thing for her. But there was reason to her faults. Ali wanted to collapse here and now, but she refused, instead just sinking over her haunches. If someone found her like this, so be it. She had no energy left to climb.