As she lies there, the heat from the twin suns harshly beating down on her skin like a gundark, she can feel herself growing ever weaker and weaker. Though she considers it, she knows that she doesn't have the strength to stand, to sit, or to even call out into the dune sea for help (not that anyone would hear her). Her only option is to lie there, nearly motionless, waiting for the cool of night where perhaps she may be given some respite.
'I can't believe I'm going to die here', she thinks to herself as she feels her entire body growing drier. It wasn't the death she had expected, though she hadn't ever really contemplated how she might eventually die. That particular topic was part of a long list of things she didn't like to talk or even think about.
The desert around her stood quiet, with the wind being the only source of noise amongst the mute dunes and the silent song of the sand. Then a noise, distant but audible, broke through the silence! It was both startling and relieving to Passios, though she couldn't tell what it was from. It was different to the wind, different to the sand, but sounded as though it was organic, like a living thing had produced it. Passios shuffled back and forth in the sand, trying to force herself into a seated position, but she was too weak to even shuffle properly. The noise continually grew closer and closer. She knew it was coming towards her, maybe coming for her? She didn't know, but she would be greatful all the same. Her eyes remained closed in all of this, not prepared to face the suns and how they burn! Then everything darkened, as though shade had been introduced around her. Maybe this was it? Rescue?! Salvation?! She needed to see it! Passios worked to open her eyes, slowly, feeling as though she would have to pry them open. She was very weak by this point. Very gradually, her eyes opened, and she found herself face-to-face with...