((Noah, human form. To be moved to Wilt'no Desert!))
At long last, Noah reached the top of the dune mound. The moment he did, the young man heaved a hefty wheeze, and flopped into the sand face first. A decision he quickly came to regret, as the surface sand was horrendously warm. Yelping, he leapt back up with an energy he'd before then thought to have lost, and swiped burning sand off his poor face, neck, and hands.
The rest of his form was covered entirely, by layers of clothing he now wished he'd traded out for much lighter garment. Thick trousers, boots, a sweater, coat, and as per usual, his trusted brown and green scarf. Lords, why did he always wear the same general outfit?
"Hodjarl?? Why did we pick the desert to collect samples of this stuff?" He kicked at the sand as he asked his question, disturbing not only the small grains of rock but also the black mist that swirled around just above its surface. As far as the eye could see, the mist spread.