At the blasting of sand the girl received, Alexian laughed. That was what she got for whipping wind through such a dry area. He'd told her not to do it, but she hadn't listened. "If I don't like what you say, I'll just go back home. Hmph. No one bothers me in the desert. Usually..." He cast a baleful orange glance over the two girls. "Not expected to babysit much either." Alexian groused and finished up his drawing in the sand, speaking a few words in the lilting Sumerian more suited to the odd accent than the one he used now. The gritty ground had parted around the gold base of his staff like water, and the drawing glowed briefly milky white. He nodded to himself, appreciating the work. "Alright, that'll do just fine. Point the way then, since you're our compass. And you just think real loud whatever you need to tell me. Easier if we're... ugh, flying." He hated leaving the ground. Could do it, but hated it.