A Traveler's Meeting

Vasilisa traversed the desert sands of the Desierto landscape. The heat was a welcome reprieve from the cold unforgiving winds of the Iceberg nation. While she had originally thought herself prepared for the treacherous conditions, she quickly found that she hadn't packed enough. So as any veteran traveler would, Vas improvised, using her lightning in low doses to create fire, her iron magic to create shelters from northern wind's wrath, and generally laid low. Having put that behind her now, Lissa found herself free to embrace the warmth of the noon sun, one that baked the rather barren landscape. She had removed her heavier military grade clothing for lighter clothing, adopting men's sports shorts and a tank top with sunglasses to keep the glare out of her eyes. She frowned at the map, noting that she had been meandering aimlessly in this place for a little too long; this kind of warm weather could prove lethal after all. In spite of her cautionary thoughts however, Vas continued across the sands unabated, her footprints remaining before a hot wind blew them away.