<em>Damn this heat. And the sand. And this job. And the immaculates and....</em><br/><br/>Rauko's list of things to damn grows longer and longer with each passing day spent among the desert sands, but at the end of the day she knows that she's better off here than she would have been back at home. Sure, she might be able to slip away if an immaculate found her; but she really has no desire to spend her days running and hiding from the order when she could be pursuing more profitable ventures elsewhere. And even an adrenaline junkie likes to have a quiet night where she can rest and recoup every now and again, so losing her apartment would pose a pretty drastic problem...<br/><br/>But that's all moot, now that she's signed on with the Caravan. She's got a steady, paying job, and a place to rest her head (even if it is just in the back of a wagon); so really, she's doing alright. And her fair skin is a deeper bronze after two weeks than it has been in several years... though the first couple of days it had been more red than anything else, now the sun has given her a comfortable sandy complexion to match her surroundings. Of course, standing on top of a high-point every day and watching the dunes for motion gets very, very boring very quickly.<br/><br/>Which is why the discovery of the shining building comes as such a relief and a rush. So much so that she very nearly sets off without a second thought when she sees it... though she does manage to stop herself after a few steps, and gives the sand one last, scrutinizing glance before she starts her rush towards the object in the distance. Might as well make sure the caravan will be OK in her absence... and one little peek can't hurt, can it?