Unintended

09

The overbearing heat was truly something which did not lessen or end up hiding behind the clouds in the sky, if anything it seemed to grow even hotter once out of the sanctuary of overhanging cliffs and rocks. For someone not entirely used to such heat, Nureka could safely say she was suffering. Fur lined boots? Great for the snow, not so great for the desert heat. Thickish material which made up her trousers? Great for keeping her limbs warm, as well as protecting them from any attacks or scrapes due to the thickness, plus the machine parts which made up the armour strapped to herself. But yet again, in a desert, she felt like she was cooking alive. Which really, sounded as hugely unpleasant as it felt.

Kotallo just looked down at her, head tilted as she just stayed laying on the hot ground below her. "This cannot be helping you." He stated, a flat plateau of ground was to the side of them as they finally parted ways and decided to move on. Nureka had been interested, she had firstly knelt down, hand against the ground before half-turning, before eventually collapsing. Truthfully, Kotallo thought she had got heat stroke, and she'd keeled over. But no, she was just lying there, arms and legs stretched and her eyes shut.

"What do you think this place used to be?" Nureka managed to squint an eye open and look up at him, luckily his shadow at least covered some of her so she was somewhat protected from the sun.

Kotallo put his hand on his hip and looked from side to side, he didn't know. But he had long since discovered, she liked to know everything she could about places around her. He knelt down slowly beside her, mimicking her actions from before, he placed his hand against the ground. It was cracked, little crevasse abysses which spiderwebbed across this piece of the land. Although both could hear machines in the distance, mainly near the roaming Tallneck, none seemed to draw close. He didn't think they were afraid of this place, because that seemed hugely unlikely; it was probably more there was nothing useful to them here. It was truly barren, desolate and hot. There wasn't anything much here for people to use, let alone the machines.

Nureka popped up, flakes of ground coming off of her as she did so. She did brush her hands through her hair, and up and down her bare arms before crossing her legs and looking around. "Water source, perhaps?" She mused, the cracking in the ground looked familiar to the cracking in the ground back home if a rare spell of warm weather dared to creep up from the lands below. This was very rare to happen, but usually the water got relocated down a different route; if the water forced itself down in a new area, more like. The ground which was formally a water source would dry out, Ban-Ur might not have been known for hot weather, but it could be mild, and that mild weather could dry out these places.

It seemed like a plausible answer to her own question, Kotallo looked at her as she sat in profile just looking around, her hand shielding her eyes so she could avoid the glare of the sun. Not that that was entirely doable, considering how it shone so readily down on them. Getting her attention by simply moving to stand, Kotallo watched her stand up slowly too, she then reached down and picked up her pack to shoulder it.

"A water source does sound good, round about now." Nureka commented while the pair of them took up walking again. Rushing in this arid landscape wasn't wise, though both clearly wished to get to cover quickly, rushing would cause them to overheat; and with that would come worse effects of the sun, perhaps more for Nureka than Kotallo and though he was capable of carrying things one-armed, he wasn't wanting to carry a flaked out, overheated and fainted Nureka one-armed.

"I suppose it would make a change to be around water that you can swim in." Kotallo said thoughtfully, he presumed most bodies of water were freezing and then some. That didn't sound like a fun experience to him.

Nureka shrugged, "You can swim back home...just not for long," she explained slowly, pausing in the middle of her sentence when Kotallo just slowly turned and looked at her with an expression that looked both distant, yet thoughtful, but not for the better.