i want to see you in the light of day

Bloody fucking hell... While traveling through the desert during the day, Fel thought more than once that she was simply going to fall over and die. The heat had smothered her, making it difficult to breathe. The scorching sands burned her paw pads. She had to fight the sun for shade and when there was none, the silver streaked woman cried. Her saving grace had been a smattering of palms and rocks in the middle of nowhere. Though her paws ached, she dug down into the earth around the trees, seeking out cooler ground to soothe her savaged digits. Thank Abraxas that she'd brought water with her in the satchel slung over her shoulder.

And if that wasn't bad... Now that night had fallen, Fel was freezing. It was a god damn desert, so she hadn't thought to bring anything to make a fire. Who in the hell needed fire in a fucking desert? She did, apparently. Huddled in the hold that she'd dug, the woman's teeth chattered. She wasn't large by any means. Tallish, sure, but very thin. The charcoal and obsidian fae was lean and fit. There was no meat on her body to warm her. She thought herself mad for hoping for the warmth of the sun to come again, but she found herself truly wishing for it.