Jerrar heard but did not respond to Kiriei, his eyes plastered to the landscape that began to unfold before him.  His mind trying to think of there the earth elder might be.  Perhaps a wonderful dirt castle, or a deep intricate maze of tunnels below the surface.  Nothing stood out to him below, but his eyes were constantly scanning the dull landscape.<br/><br/>Occasionally he would notice a few humans riding in caravans along paths across the desert.  Desert chimera were used to carry goods. Their snake tails took in the heat from the sun, giving the lion energy to keep walking for long periods of time, and the goat part, in return for water, gave milk to the humans. They were lead by sand people, blind desert guides that were rumored to be made of sand, but long cloaks, hoods, and facial wraps made it impossible to prove.  They did not notice the two large shadows that passed over them, and if they did they did not mind.<br/><br/>Jerrar ignored these caravans after he found they were a useless detail in his hunt for the earth elder.  His throat began to dry out, but he knew he would have to wait a little longer before he even thought of cracking open a melon. THank goodness Kiriei was holding them, or he might have already.<br/><br/>((100th post for me.))