get ahead of myself

"so you are loners." that wasn't a question. it was a statement, one that was at least true for Deathbelle. her thoughts went softly to Risen, and what had transpired there before being shaken away. Desdemona resisted a click of the tongue; being a child on the road sounded very risky. especially if it was just one person looking after the child. but that was the other woman's business, really. she didn't care enough to really worry for the pair.

she'd hum softly. "I entered through the north, yes, but I travled further down to reach here. my land isn't as tempermental as this one" Desdemona lightly scoffed as she stared around. blistering heat in one area, cold as hell in the other. she could only assume the west and east were just as bad. "I'm used to comfortable, tropical weather." she had no idea this place had a desert either. but this island was very close to her roots.

"any recommendations to go next?"