Fleur de Lys

The girl needed to get the hell out of this desert. Since her run-ins she'd been doing a bit better at least, a little better fed but Cendrillion was well aware she would die in these sands if she couldn't find her way out, but that was proving very difficult to do. She just kept getting turned around, the sea of sand was too confusing and the poor girl couldn't even seem to find the few scant sources of water she'd been lucky enough to stumble across again.

Luckily it seemed she'd managed again to stumble across water, but this oasis was hemmed in by stone and her path out of the desert was still lost on her. The tiny girl flopped down beside the water, quenching her thirst and resting her head on her paws. God she was so tired, her thick pelt made moving under the sun so hard.


"Speech!"

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