A Little Dry, Don't You Think?

Dry. It was terribly dry. Star could taste the dirt as she breathed and the striped fae wrinkled her nose in distaste. She'd need a bath after this for sure. A hot wind blew every now and again, throwing up curtains of dust between the tall, strange trees. For a moment she considered not treading further in but... for the sake of exploration... Dainty paws picked their way along the crispy landscape. She stopped every now and again to inspect a bush or some random lizard that looked just as dry as the land around it. A boring, desolate place. The Dunamis woman was already over it, but she may as well inspect everything since she'd come this far, eh?

"Starchild Dunamis"