Nightfall in the Desert…
The desert screeched.
Wind howled through the expanse, kicking up waves of sand that lashed at the earth in a relentless, punishing torrent. The sky, usually wide and open, was obscured by a swirling, violent mass of sand and debris.
In the heart of the storm, Yara crouched low against the jagged rock formations.
The storm had rolled in fast, turning the twilight into a vortex of blinding, stinging chaos. Small rocks and sand cut through the gaps in her cloak, though the outcroppings shielded her from the worst of it.
The dragon sat beside her, braced against the rock, holding Yara close to him, shielding her from the biting wind.
They had been there for hours—perhaps longer. She had lost track of time.
