More endless salt-flats opened up above the canyon.

Far behind them they could make out the island where they had entered the enclave’s territory. “Night will be upon us soon. We better make haste if we want to reach Dorei.” Back on salty ground Fathala felt the impact the salt had left on her skin immediately. After only a few meters her underside ached and burned tremendously. “We can’t reach it by nightfall.” she remarked, suppressing squirms of pain.

“That much is true, but I don’t want to stay in this desert for longer than need be.” Lilly had fastened her face cloth again, although currently no wind was blowing. “It keeps moisture close to your breath, keeping you from dehydrating.” ghostly Naga Eric appeared to remind her of why she too should fasten the cloth.

 

“If none here had cause to kill or banish the Sphinxes, why was the bane created then?” musing on a riddle she had posed herself Fathala flinched away as Lilly cleansed the wounds. “They themselves made it.” mentioning it like it was only natural Lilly took great care with the raw wound on Fathalas underbelly. “Giving it to the people of this world was their way to show their trust in the people. And gain theirs in return.” after washing away the blood the wounds kept weeping pus, carefully Lilly washed over them again. closing them with her powers. “Please stay off the ground for a few hours, I can heal you again, but it would hurt more.”

Fathala looked up into the night sky, “Won’t be hard, I’m tired anyways.” Six weeks! Had i flown I’d be there by now. Gently smiling Lilly sat down next to her Naga companion. “Good. Three weeks since the Florals, we should be there soon.” Against the shining marble that was the rising moon the treetops of the Dorei coast presented a relieving sight for the wanderers from the desert. Returning to safe spots amongst the trees, a few evening birds crossed against the marbled spot of light in the skies, some shrieking. “Say,” Fathala ascended the gentle slopes of the coastline next to Lilly. “I have been wondering how you knew of their arrival.” Both women had taken off the cloth from their faces as they started approaching Dorei, Lilly smirked plainly visible. “I came into existence when my counterpart Lillian became what she is today, the first of the Succubi. Some traits she has, I also possess. One of which would be to feel the presence of men to seduce. Florals can’t be killed by a Succubus, which is why I can’t feel them. But when Dorei arrived,” she didn’t ned to finish her sentence for Fathala to understand. Fresh air gusted down towards them. It carried scents Fathala thought she had forgotten and would never smell again. Wood, sap, grasses, blossoms, flowers and fresh water most of all. Honing in on the smell of fresh water Fathala led Lilly across the beach. Huge obelisks seemedto seam the  coast line, tall hewn from granite, with inlays of jade, forming words neither of the two could decipher. “I guess that is how they transfered everything here.” Loosely pointing at a difference in the ground, running in a straight line between the closest obelisks Fathala didn’t stop on her way to the fresh water.In the ground native to the Dorei of the world was a dry depression left by a creek, Fathala turned inland. The dry creek bed continued, but less dead, the ground was moist.After a few minutes Fathala found a small artificial lake, and an artificial creek bed leading back inland. They knew before coming here that water was scarce, and made sure their rivers and creeks didn’t spill into the vacant ocean. In one fluent motion Fathala took off her clothes and slipped into the waters of the lake. Having sweetwater wash.over her scales and through her hair was refreshing and rejuvenating.Pure bliss.”Do you.think this wise?” Eric floated before her. Unlike a living person, his ghostly image left behind in her mind, could talk beneath the waves. But only to her. Why would it be unwise? Fully aware she was talking to herself Fathala made a mental reply.”You are encrusted in salt, this might be drinking water.” Or irrigation. The salt I brought in here is not going to affect this water.Above the water Lilly awaited the Naga with the same arguments Fathala had encountered below, never the less she washed the skirt and top she wore before arriving in the saltflats. Slightly damaged by her disgraceful landing, but still well enough to be worn, she donned them again immediately, still feeling uncomfortable without, like a Naga normally would be. “Are you done polluting the water with salt?” agitated Lilly paced around the lake. Constant murmuring of the natural running creek and the less calm gargle of the artificial one, drowned out most other noises, although the breeze caught in the trees and occasional sounds of nightly birds and animals still reached the ear. I never knew how much I love the gentle tingle of grass blades against my skin. Slowly the two followed the artificial creek. Dawn broke as a village appeared in the green fields. It’s late autumn, but this seems summery.

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