The afternoon sun in the desert was blistering hot, and the dry wind had picked up, turning the whole region into a crude facsimile of a blast furnace.
Karl considered calling a stop so that they could rest in the cooled shelter of the carriage, but Thor was loving the heat and sun on his scales. To the Cerro turned behemoth, this was as good as a spa day.
He was even singing to himself, a warbling bugle of happiness, as he trotted along the sand.
Only when the sun started to go down did Karl instruct him to pull into a relatively sheltered spot for the evening, so they could rest.
Once it was dark, Rae would take over the watch, and until she was ready for her evening duties, the Lamia Bodyguards would keep watch. Their species also liked the heat, and weren't as inclined to wetlands as the Naga were. The Naga, Remi included, did fine in the heat. But the sand irritated them on a deeply personal level.
