Besh lay exhausted and sandy in the shade of a lone palm tree, and a little shade shelter she had made out of sand with her element. That had made her tired. Healing some burns on her feet from hot sand, and building the sand shade had exhausted her, not to mention the heat from this hell hole. This was one of the few times she had wished she had a short coat. Especially now that she was looking at her tail as she splayed out in discomfort, it was covered in sand. It would take forever to get it clean. She heaved a sigh and let her eyes close. This place was barren, boring, lonely and hot. And she had been lost here for days. She was thirsty, and hungry, and if she didn't get out soon - well. She didn't know what would happen but she knew it wouldn't be good. She missed the forests and the running streams, the glow flies, the soft, cool mountain breezes. She wanted to be in a better climate. Her brother was an idiot for living anywhere near a desert like this.
