Amica coughs and stumbles in the driving sand, then forces her way back to her feet and forwards until she was dimly aware that sand wasn't raising new welts over her skin. It gave her existing welts time to sting and itch; a scant blessing.
She cautiously opened her eyes, and wasn't instantly blinded by a wall of sand. Her skin was red and raw though, and she 'tched' to herself. There methods of healing with The Way, but that had not yet been part of her training.
With her condition estalished, Amica looked around the mine entrance at any others who'd made it that far.
She cautiously opened her eyes, and wasn't instantly blinded by a wall of sand. Her skin was red and raw though, and she 'tched' to herself. There methods of healing with The Way, but that had not yet been part of her training.
With her condition estalished, Amica looked around the mine entrance at any others who'd made it that far.