It seemed that the journey had come to a halt, if only temporarily. The ship that a certain feline had snuck onto had to make an emergency landing due to a rupture within the fuel compartment. It was severe enough that the whole ship would have to be grounded. Thankfully, all of the crew on board would at least be getting setback pay, but since Civilian passengers weren't authorized it would seem that said mentioned feline was up shit creek.
Thankfully there was enough fuel left to land safely in a port and not simply out in the desert, which meant that at the very least one was in civilization. That still didn't mean that someone as unprepared as this feline, whom of which will be called Jamie from now on, was having an easy time. The scorching heat was unmatched to anything they had ever felt before and the sand, oh the sand, simply got everywhere. Walking around barefoot was near painful with how hot the sand got at times. Thankfully, being in a settlement meant that one could stand in the shade, but that meant that Jamie looked like a buffoon going from shade spot to shade spot.
For now, the out-of-place feline found themselves standing in the shade of a sandstone wall with no windows. They looked out the street before them, some stalls set in front of businesses. People came to and fro, most of which not exactly looking the richest in the world.
They leaned against the wall, the primitive slug-thrower slung over their back lightly clattering against the wall, but not hard enough to damage the mechanism on it. They store out like a sore thumb (for who walked around in such vivid clothes and a sword on their hip?), but that was something they really couldn't help. Maybe sticking out like such would bring help or maybe it would bring danger. They simply did not know and all they could do was hope that an opportunity came up.
Thankfully there was enough fuel left to land safely in a port and not simply out in the desert, which meant that at the very least one was in civilization. That still didn't mean that someone as unprepared as this feline, whom of which will be called Jamie from now on, was having an easy time. The scorching heat was unmatched to anything they had ever felt before and the sand, oh the sand, simply got everywhere. Walking around barefoot was near painful with how hot the sand got at times. Thankfully, being in a settlement meant that one could stand in the shade, but that meant that Jamie looked like a buffoon going from shade spot to shade spot.
For now, the out-of-place feline found themselves standing in the shade of a sandstone wall with no windows. They looked out the street before them, some stalls set in front of businesses. People came to and fro, most of which not exactly looking the richest in the world.
They leaned against the wall, the primitive slug-thrower slung over their back lightly clattering against the wall, but not hard enough to damage the mechanism on it. They store out like a sore thumb (for who walked around in such vivid clothes and a sword on their hip?), but that was something they really couldn't help. Maybe sticking out like such would bring help or maybe it would bring danger. They simply did not know and all they could do was hope that an opportunity came up.