Ruphel


400

The wind from the valley rustles through your fine fur as you put a small paw up to block the sun and look ahead of you. There was still a few miles before you would reach the next town and you were getting tired. Walking all day was in the job description of being a traveling merchant but that doesn't mean it got any easier over time. You subconciously adjust your large green backpack over your shoulder as you put your head down and continue walking. No sense in wasting daylight!

Another small gust of wind comes through the valley and you can't shield your face in time. You find yourself blinking out the dust from your piercing blue eyes. Being a chinchilla meant you were used to dust, but you still didn't like to get it in your eyes!

You slowly walk over to the underside of a cliff face to get yourself out of the sun and clear your eyes of the dust.