Day 2, Autumn, Year 510 AV.
Night came upon the desert like a shadow, it seemed to sweep across the land like someone causing a disturbance in the bottom of a murky pool.
Yet even out here the stars still managed to burn brightly with a determined glow, each one distinct against the inky blackness that seemed to extend forever. Tsaksha sat looking up, her wolf sitting beside her patiently, happy just to be there with his owner. She reached over to give him a pat, to show him she was happy he was there.
“Tsaksha!” She turned her head towards the family tent. “Tsaksha, come and get your supper before bed!” Her father called out, spotting her and giving her a little wave. She watched him round up the last straggling goats, and kept them in a little makeshift enclosure. Then she hastily made her way over to follow her father inside.
You would never expect it from the outside, but inside the tent of a Benshira it is very homely… a small pot bubbled away, cooking a delicious looking stew. Patterned rugs littered the floor and some bright sleeping bags were nestled into every corner. The family was large and they even had to use a few smaller tents right next to the main one so that everyone could fit.