[She had to get to water, he said. Not to drink but to immerse herself in it...was that it? It sounded strange to her, but at the same time it seemed to make sense. She would do anything to get rid of the dry, scratchy feeling. It was as if she would crumble to sand if she moved too much.
There is always a part of her that is mistrustful of strangers, and this stranger had feathered wings and talons, sharp teeth. But the need to not be alone overrides her fear for the moment, and she nods.]
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There is always a part of her that is mistrustful of strangers, and this stranger had feathered wings and talons, sharp teeth. But the need to not be alone overrides her fear for the moment, and she nods.]
A...all right. What is it?