On the other side of the empire...
Yara wiped the sweat from her brow, her eyes scanning the endless expanse of dunes. The sun beat down mercilessly, and every step felt like they were sinking.
They had been travelling for days, their supplies dwindling as they trudged through the unforgiving landscape.
"How much further?" the dragon grumbled under his breath. Yara looked at him from the corner of her eye.
The dragon, with his piercing eyes and regal bearing, looked pissed.
She had learnt from their first time entering the desert that the dragon didn't like the sun, which was surprising. Wasn't heat supposed to be a dragon's thing? He also hated the sand that got everywhere.
Yara glanced sideways at him again, raising an eyebrow. "You're complaining about the heat?" she asked incredulously. "Aren't dragons supposed to be fire-breathing creatures? Shouldn't this be your element?"
