sharkstruck

Hark had decided that they would ride the Ahza River all the way down from Weldwick to Devara. It was definitely more preferrable this way, opposed to traveling through the stormlands and through the desert that took up half of the region. The passage was on a small fishernin ship so Hark had to pull their weight for the ride. However, no one expected a kittom to do much but they did request help from time to time with some of the more menial tasks such as moping the deck. Amber eyes looked across the deck of the ship as they splashed the mop around in the bucket and began to swing the mop back and forth across the deck. They were using quite a bit of water that their shoal tail started to get wet, becoming weighed down by the water that was soaking into the fur. Before they knew it, their tail was practically dragging on the floor. Hark didn't notice though. Hark was busy looking across the river's glimmering surface and to the sparkling sand in the distance. It was an interesting

The sun was barely on the horizon, a glimmer of golden light but a sliver against the sand dunes in the distance. It was early in the morning, a time before the blazing heat of the desert crashed down upon everynin like a river of lava. The cool breeze swept in from the river brought in a surprising chill. What would have been a dream come true during the day caused the grey and white kittom to shiver slightly, their shoal tail swishing back and forth in an attempt to generate heat. Hark would have preferred to sleep in but the early morning temperatures of the desert were much more pleasant than the afternoon temperatures. They had discovered the joy of afternoon sleeping, passing the sun by with a dream or two! It made getting up early easier, and Hark decided to spend some time today exploring the dunes outside of the village. Geared up with a small saddlebag, Hark made their way out into the rising sun. The sand around their paws tickled their toe beans slightly as they walked.