Sand turned to slurry as Mialtros dunked her head under the fountain stream. Mewl insisted they make a fancier watering hole after the one Ghirti made needed refilling every hour.
Mialtros didn't see why it mattered how it looked provided the water was mixed with Ghirti's drool either way.
The air around them burst with steam.
Sand exploded into the air.
Creatures hidden by the mists thudded and roared.
Hard to believe such massive creatures were kept at bay by the fire and Ghirti alone.
Mewl's paws nudged her out of the way. The God then took his time sliding under the trickle.
'You said the desert would get hotter Xiathia, not turn us into skeletons! My paws got singed on this d**n sand. I demand grooming as holy tribute!'
Settled against the wall, arms tucked under her head,
