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The heat was almost smothering here in the desert. At least, she thought as she moved over the shifting sand at an even pace, it wasn't humid enough to curl her hair. Within moments of leaving the shelter of the tavern, she could feel her clothing begin to stick close to her skin and her hairline felt damp. Wiping a bare forearm across her forehead, she let out a softly complaining sigh as she went to join the Hyur and the large Roegadyn that had settled beneath the tree by the oasis' edge.
The sand under her boots announced her before her voice, considering the two men seated there with her gaze as she came to stand near them. Her hip naturally angled to one side, the length of her tail curling briefly around the opposite knee before returning behind her. Her voice was soft and a little sweet, almost lilting with the gentle tones she spoke in when she asked: "Are you badly injured, sir Roegadyn? Have you been tended?"
The sand under her boots announced her before her voice, considering the two men seated there with her gaze as she came to stand near them. Her hip naturally angled to one side, the length of her tail curling briefly around the opposite knee before returning behind her. Her voice was soft and a little sweet, almost lilting with the gentle tones she spoke in when she asked: "Are you badly injured, sir Roegadyn? Have you been tended?"