Somehow, someway, he had come to tolerate the heat within the waste — at least just enough to not pass out several times a day. Rain showers still passed the lands every now and then, but the intense heat of the sun quickly dried it up. It was one thing the bard had come to appreciate here, even if the journey was quite unbearable.
Though he managed to find something quite unexpected in his travels through red sand dunes and dehydrated grass fields — the smell of salt water. The wayfarer picked up his pace, heading directly towards the sound of the ocean and before he knew it, he was here. What he sought was right before him.
—and he wasted no time plunging himself beneath it's depths.
The cool ocean water felt like euphoric kisses against his skin, and his practiced limbs kicked and swan to the surface of the waters, using his forelimbs to lift himself from the sea and walk against blackened rocks. Shaking his pelt out.
And he laughed — for the first time during this miserable journey, he'd laughed to himself….
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