The hot desert air did absolutely no wonders for her sore, tired muscles as she coasted on the updrafts. Her pale gold scales flashed in the brilliant
sunlight, bringing out the topaz gemstones embedded in the harness that encircled her waist and chest. She looked down, only to find an endless expanse of sand
and heat.
My gosh, what I would give for a nice, cool drink right now. Almost as if on command, a wavering vision appeared off to her right, and solidified into a grace of the gods: an oasis. Mouth gaping open to reveal a long, forked tongue, she turned and dove for the oasis. She could already taste the sweetness of the water, the coolness of it as it trickled down her throat, oh, what sweet relief...
Suddenly, she yelped as she crashed into the crest of a sand dune, flipping horns over tail. A bright bronze light enveloped her, and then Syrin crashed face-first into the sand. Planting her hands as firmly as she could, Syrin pushed herself up, shaking sand out of her hair and spitting sand out of her mouth. Her longbow was poking out of the sand several yards ahead of where she'd crashed, and there was no telling where all her arrows went. Thankfully, though, her shortsword was still in its scabbard, attached to her belt.
As Syrin pushed herself up to her knees, she sighed when she saw the dragon-shaped hole in the sand dune she'd crashed through. Grace, once again, leapt up to bite her hard. Thankfully though, it didn't look like anyone saw that little mishap. The shame that would come to her, a gold dragon! Syrin rolled her eyes, chastizing herself, and looked around. Great. No oasis. She should just be on her way.
Syrin planted her feet and stood up, and immediately fell back on her rear as her head swam. She was absolutely tired, exhausted. There would be no way she'd be able to shift back to dragon and get airborne. Problem was, the middle of a desert wasn't exactly the best way to take a rest.
My gosh, what I would give for a nice, cool drink right now. Almost as if on command, a wavering vision appeared off to her right, and solidified into a grace of the gods: an oasis. Mouth gaping open to reveal a long, forked tongue, she turned and dove for the oasis. She could already taste the sweetness of the water, the coolness of it as it trickled down her throat, oh, what sweet relief...
Suddenly, she yelped as she crashed into the crest of a sand dune, flipping horns over tail. A bright bronze light enveloped her, and then Syrin crashed face-first into the sand. Planting her hands as firmly as she could, Syrin pushed herself up, shaking sand out of her hair and spitting sand out of her mouth. Her longbow was poking out of the sand several yards ahead of where she'd crashed, and there was no telling where all her arrows went. Thankfully, though, her shortsword was still in its scabbard, attached to her belt.
As Syrin pushed herself up to her knees, she sighed when she saw the dragon-shaped hole in the sand dune she'd crashed through. Grace, once again, leapt up to bite her hard. Thankfully though, it didn't look like anyone saw that little mishap. The shame that would come to her, a gold dragon! Syrin rolled her eyes, chastizing herself, and looked around. Great. No oasis. She should just be on her way.
Syrin planted her feet and stood up, and immediately fell back on her rear as her head swam. She was absolutely tired, exhausted. There would be no way she'd be able to shift back to dragon and get airborne. Problem was, the middle of a desert wasn't exactly the best way to take a rest.
