Michael
*The deserts of Dezabia. Hot, dry, sandy, and generally quite unpleasant. Quite vast as well, as one girl is soon to realize.*

*Ling had been keen on wandering the world to learn the secrets of the wind. Dezabia's desert winds were hot and unrelenting, carrying a brutal heat behind them that would eventually wear down any opponent. Unfortunately, it was also wearing down her.*

*Ling Kazami was dressed in her typical red armor, steel strips and scales bound tightly with leather. A fierce helm rested on her head, bearing golden crest resembling horns. Two sheathed swords were at her waist, their curvature facing downwards. Underneath was a red silk aketon. A lot easier to clean than white.*

*Wearing that much soon proved to get the better of her though. In the distance, she could see the mountains, and the promise of a cool cave and possibly a pool of water. At this point, she needed it. Her energy was drained by the blazing sun, and she took off her helmet as she felt her throat become parched. Her steps became slower, as she finally reached a particularly rocky area, but her body gives out, and she collapses.*
Robert
*The Wolf Okamimi would be wandering the deserts of Dezabia, having debated seeing her old homeland. However she ended up just... Wandering the desert. She had, after all, found herself missing it in her travels. Back, when she was a younger, and far less intelligent Oriate.*

*She was more fortunate than the other traveler in the area, even in her heavy, and metallic armor. Her silks underneath also helped a little, but she still hoped to find some sort of shade soon.*

*She paused as she noticed some footsteps ahead of her and she hesitated. She looked back at her own, to ensure she wasn't going in circles. Upon realizing they weren't her own footsteps, she quickened her pace.*

*That was how she spotted the figure collapsed on the sand, and she hurriedly looked her pack, for anything to help the likely unconscious figure. She managed to find her water skin, and shook the unconscious similarly-armored figure.*

"Hey, you alright?"

*She asked, pressing the water skin against the person's lips. It wasn't full, but she hoped it'd be enough for the person to regain some of their energy of course.*
Michael
*Her eyes closed as she felt exhaustion kick in. Just a little break... Assuming she ever gets up.*

*Soon though, she would hear a voice speaking to her, and her eyes would open slightly. Her voice would be hoarse and weak due to a lack of water.*

"Wha-what are you? This can't be happening... Unless you're a spirit? A demon? Maybe a god?"

*Signs of a struggle to get up is evident in her shaking arm, but ultimately is too dehydrated. Her eyes darting around, after seeing no one else around, she reluctantly accepts the sip of water.*

*'I could have found water up there myself, or in the morning dew. Assuming there was even moisture...'*

*As much as Ling hated to admit it, she's just been saved.*

"Thank you, I guess."
Robert
*She laughed at the woman's questioning of what and who she was. She grinned, and shook her head. She'd kneel down, to try and help them up. She also made sure to grab the woman's helmet too, of course.*

"I am just a wandering Okamimi. No god, or demon, or even a spirit. And its no problem. I'm Machi, Machi Oyama Hayashi. What brings you out into this inhospitable place?"

*She asked, and shifted to stand, trying to pull Ling up to her feet. She wasn't sure if she could on her own, but she wanted to get moving with her, incase the weather start getting worse.*

"A bit lucky I was wandering out here, isn't it? I'm glad I could help, if nothing else."

*She said, with a smile, and looked at Ling, to see how she'd react. Machi hoped the poor woman wasn't going to try and shrug off her help entirely.*
Michael
"An Okamimi? Of a wolf type? Would have thought more jackals would have been here..."

*Ling would accept the help slightly, but obviously tried to get up most of the way on her own, only letting Machi pull her arm.*

"I'm Ling. Ling Kazami."

*Her speech was fast and brisk, as if she wanted to get it over with. She smiles back, albeit a dry one.*

"I could have gotten up myself... Thanks though. I'm here to train in the art of the wind. And there's quite a bit of wind here."

*The wind would blow in the background, hot, dry, and dusty. Ling takes her helmet back from Machi and places it back on her head, though doesn't put on the mask, then removes it.*

"Damn hot... Yeah, I guess."

*At the mention of help, Ling turns away and turns red. She's obviously embarrassed about being helped, especially since it's such a major event.*
Robert
*The Oriate woman shrugged at the jackal comment, and she started to walk towards the mount, holding onto Ling, just incase.*

"A pleasure, miss Kazami. And yeah, I suppose there is a lot of wind here. Hopefully your training goes well."

*Machi would look over the sand dunes, keeping an eye out for any growing sandstorms, or other foul weather. She knew the dangers such weather brought, and knew someone fatigued like Ling was, very likely wouldn't do well.*

"First time in a desert, I'm guessing? First time's always the hardest."

*She said. The Okamimi's armor certainly didn't reveal her race, nor did it really reveal she was a woman, it was her voice that gave her away, and well the fact she didn't have the mask of her helmet on too.*

"I'll get you as far as I can into shade, and then I can go looking for water, and food if you want. The heat doesn't really get to me, like it does others. Really is a blessing in a way, y'know?"
Michael
*Machi would be able to hear the Macen mutter under her breath.*

"Least it's not some egotistical man."

*Clearing her throat, she would talk normally again.*

"First time here. Never thought it would be like this. Completely forgot to get more water. I'm an idiot..."

*She couldn't exactly see what Machi looked like, truly. She could see some of her face, but the rest of her was hidden away in armor. Just like herself at times...*

"That would be nice. I'm not exactly... Familiar, with the area. What kind of blessing is that?"
Robert
*She listened to the Macen mutter under her breath, and frowned a little. But she didn't press the subject. She had her own history with men. She'd nod faintly, listening to her.*

"Its alright. Its hard to tell when you'll need enough water, even for a skilled desert wanderer at times. And fortunately for you, you weren't suffering for too long, I think."

*She glanced at Macen, realizing she couldn't see much of her, and decided to ask about it, but first she had Ling's question to answer.*

"Well, my father taught me to fight in both cold and hot climates growing up. He used to tell me how it was important to adapt to both the heat and cold. So you could say the blessing of a father who traveled a lot himself."

*She took in a breath, thinking how she wished to word her question.*

"I notice you... Have a similar taste in armor, like me... Is that because uh, y'know... We women are..."

*She cleared her throat, and tried to sound masculine, like those haughty males that picked on her growing up.*

"'Too delicate for battle, should only stay at home, tending to the family, and children?' Or... Am I way off course?"

*She didn't wish to offend Ling, of course. Just, curious really.*
Michael
"Hm. Makes sense."

*Ling would attempt to loosen her armor straps slightly, to let loose some of the hot air, then pause mid way as she heard Machi speak.*

*Did she find someone just like her?*

*Machi was right. Both had the same kind of sword, though Ling had two, the same kind of armor, both female, and both had history with men.*

*And she looks in awe as Machi pretty much perfectly describes her life.*

"That's... Pretty much it. That's my life right there."

*She looked in awe for a minute, then wrapped a hand around her chin. Just how similar _were_ they?*

"You have uh, special powers too?"
Robert
*She nodded, smiling as she realized she had found someone rather similar to herself. She was honestly surprised, to hear the Macen mention how similar they were.*

"That's... Quite a surprise, and well..."

*She looked at the Macen, nodding a little. She took in a breath, and with her free-hand began to focus her mana. A flame flickering from her hand for a moment, before she cancelled it.*

"Yeah, I am naturally attuned to fire. You must be good with... Wind, I'm guessing?"

*She found that thought rather interesting the more she thought on it.*

"That's so... Amazing. It must be some form of destiny for us to meet."

*Machi would stop moving for a moment, helping Ling loosen up her armor, a little. She took the time to loosen her own a little, for comfort's sake.*

```Not even gunna list Mana cost on a spell just used for a split second outside of a combat event.```
Michael
*Ling would bend down to pick up a small rock. A sheet of air would form on her hand, and she tossed the rock into the air and strike it with her palm, sending it flying.*

"On the dot."

*After loosening her armor, Ling decided that the best thing to do would to take the insulating thing off. This was _too_ hot.*

"So uh, you have a camp somewhere?"

*She would bundle up her lamellar and take off her aketon, revealing a red and gold set of clothing.*

"Destiny... More or less, I guess."
Robert
*The Okamimi watched Ling's skill with great interest. She would stop moving, and set her down.*

"Well, I have a tent, we could use."

*She said, and started to reach into her pack to get the tent out.*

"It isn't much, but it should help cool you down, at least."

*She said, quickly beginning to set it up. The tent isn't very large, but it would least fit them both and their armor.*

"If you need anything, uh let me know, I might be able to find water or something to eat."
Michael
"Good. Have to get out of this sun..."

"Is there any more water to drink? And uh, maybe some food?"

*The twin swords would be laid on the ground as Ling goes to help Machi set up the tent, though she doesn't have much clue how to set one up.*
Robert
*She nodded, and would offer her water skin. She smiled when Ling tried to help, and she checked her pack for anything to eat.*

"I have a bit of food. I might have to scavenge later, I'm pretty sure I saw a few cacti earlier. But here."

*She said, and offered some salted meat she had wrapped up in her pack. Once the tent was fully standing, she went inside to start removing her armor to get more comfortable.*

"Maybe one of these days I'll try to learn one of those spells that summons people. Would really allow me to carry more."

*She mused, thinking.*