The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

Comments

[cleansewithfire]

[ Sunrise takes off the shawl wrapped around her head and tiptoes to try and wrap it around Richard instead, as a headscarf. ]

You should shield your head, especially if you are not used to this kind of heat.

[ledbythewind]

[Icon directly relevant--

It ends up looking sort of like a haphazard turban instead, but you know what, that's fine. It will do the job! He even bends down a little to make it easier for her to wrap it.]

I'm used to the breeze off the sea in Barona... the air here feels stifling indeed.

[This must be what Strahta is like, he supposes.]

[cleansewithfire]

It reminds me a little of home.

[ The South, where a large chunk of the continent is just sand and it's hot everywhere.

...She also looks kind of proud of her handiwork. ]