Ooc Who:http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1300Fey'yore Dra'skir</a> Wearing: Nothing but his backpack, crystal braceletts and pendents. Hot sand, stupid hot sand. It was the one thing Fey hated, the tiny warm grit slide between his toes around the claw, giving mild irritating pain to his feet. He could ignore the wind and the temperature but not the sand. The journey of independant research had sent him to this godforsaken desert. New crystals and new herbs rare to find on the planet. The irritated warm 'dragon walked for a few more miles around coming to a stop by some small unmapped oasis. He sighed with relief as he placed his burning feet in the water. <span style='color:purple'>"Thats better. Now to find a way back home."</span> He pulled out a notepad from his purple backpack and started to write.
Who; Kwerty Wearing; The usual. Kwerty sat in the desert, puffing on his pipe. Really, that's all he'd come out here to do. He had a special load today, and he decided he'd want to spend some quality time with his soul. The heat didn't much matter to him, though he sipped on his waterskin and took a look around. He'd never expected to see another 'dragon out here. And so far he hadn't. Another puff, and his pipe was now half full, only because he was an optimist. The sands began to change, not forms persay, but colors. As they rushed his head and flew past him he threw his head back. His eyes closed now he embraced the things he saw on the back of his eyelids. He layed back, running his hands through the sand now. With a sigh he drunk again from his skin.
