Dirty and Gross

She didn't really want to be here, but this hot, barren landscape was so close to Insomnia territory that Star had no choice. What kind of navigator would she be if she didn't acquire as much knowledge as possible about every land on the continent? A piss poor one, that's what kind.

Starchild picked her way along the edge of the crusty lakebed. Her nose wrinkled at the acrid smell of mud and rotting vegetation. Were there fish in there during the wet months? There was no water, so surely there weren't any fish hanging about just now.

There was a crust over the strange silky mud. The black and white lady had tossed a stone into the lakebed and watched as it cracked through and disappeared. What use was a place this like to anyone?

"Starchild Dunamis"