a window, an open tomb, your last breath's moving through you

As the night went on, the air chilled over. Kicking at the sand, she found warmth preserved beneath. Lowering herself onto the sandy floor, she shifted until she was nestled down in a spot of sun-baked sand. Though she knew her body would leech the heat right out of her bed, it calmed her quivering figure and lead her into a light doze. Before she knew it, the sun was up and the temperature was drastically changing. Soon, the sun was baking down on her pitch black coat and she didn't know what would be worse; laying there waiting to die from heat stroke, or attempt to move and find shelter from the already miserable heat. Whichever, she was soon realizing that the desert was not a good place for her.

Shifting on her knees, Quin strained herself to stand, joints tight from the swim and then to be in one position for so long. In her change of stance, the wind picked up, offering a moments relief. Shaking herself off while she still had the energy, a cloud of golden sand jumped off her frame, having dried onto her coat through the cold night as she dried off from the sea. Taking a deep breath, head hung low as she picked a direction and headed that way seeking out a tree, a cloud.. a pond? She didn't care, she just needed to find somewhere the rest before running back into the water.

It wasn't long before someone came her way. As he approached, she shook her mane, sloughing off the excess sand from her speckled coat. When he greeted her, she scoffed. "And it's wonderful to be here. I've always wanted to know what hell felt like," she grumped, her eyes falling half-closed to shield her sensitive eyes from the blinding sun. "I am Equinox.. Daughter of Sider.." she didn't know who her father was, rightfully. Her mother, before her death, had spoke nothing good of the bastard and Rodion had only been a stand-in that she had never fully embraced..

"Who are you?"

Smooth, Quin, smooth.