Already, she had encountered much in her short life here. The land itself seemed angry, voices traveled to all, and images flashed as shared dreams for all. It was different than the home she tried to remember. So different, but she had to adjust. In fact, part of her was enjoying that was a new adventure…a new place to explore and find out the mysteries it holds.

Yet part of that is terrifying.

El’Zeath diligently sticks by Hotep’s side, like his long shadow. The druids were a hospitable group, and part of her knew she would have loved living there. But, this life was for a different purpose, at least for now. The flame had brought her to Hotep, and for him, she would stay, learn, and serve the leaders he serves.

As they cross over the desert rise, Hotep lets out a howl. El’Zeath stands by him, alert, ever watching for any oddities or threats. She had a protective nature, and Hotep is the one she protects.

Their arrival is greeted with elation. It brings a smile to her face as she bows her head for the Queen, as well as the others who have arrived.

”The druids showed us nothing but kindness,” she says gracefully, despite her naturally low and raspy voice. ”But the land itself…carries its own pain,” she says with a lowering of her head, eyes flipping to the landscape to see if Satriya had been hit by the cracks.