The Urorak Sands Caravan route was not one to be taken lightly or unprepared. The crossing stemmed from the bustling city of Annuakat, drawing north to Ragash over a vast, open landscape of rolling dunes that carried on for days on end. So easy to be devoured by the desert was it that many of those who ventured there never returned. If the heat did not get to you first, the sandstorms, beasts, or desert pirates would.
Fieravene's answer to this? Bring her own heat, beasts, storms, and pirates. Thus she did.
To the desert brigands she raised them the Terra'terre Pirates. With Sha Loxa Visl at the helm and her crew of fierce fighters, Fiera had no doubt that they would travel safely through any clan territory they crossed. To the heat she balanced with Mages of water, to the storms she hired a legion of Sky Elves from Rih who flew upon the backs of canyon creebaks, and to the beasts she challenged with Raziel who needed something to do to keep him from distracting her.
They set off just after midday, catching the sun in its descent to take advantage of the coming cooler hours. Kade Anvar had been assigned the duty of leading the horses that pulled a large wagon within which stood a tree as tall as a knight, its roots bound and boxed, its height tethered on all sides, and its branches gently clattering together as they swayed to the motion of the cart.
Fieravene rode alongside the caravan, making her rounds as it traversed away from the worn paths leading into the city of Annuakat and out into the softer sands.
"There you are," she intoned to the boy as her steed, a horse as black as a starless night with queer, glassy eyes, pulled up beside his cart, "Keeper of the Tree is not a title to sniff at. You're moving up in the world, poppet." The elf smiled down at him pleasantly enough, "How many times have you made this crossing?"