The wind erases the footprints within an hour. But the memory? The memory burns like the noon sun, forever.
Maya moved first, a blur of desert-worn denim and aggression. She lunged, her boots kicking up a spray of grit that stung Sloane's eyes. Sloane, leaner and faster, pivoted on one heel, letting Maya’s momentum carry her past. Before Maya could reset, Sloane landed a sharp kick to the back of her knee, sending her crashing into the scrub brush. Desert Duel Catfight
“You feel that, Adder?” Elara hissed. “That’s the desert taking back what you stole.” The wind erases the footprints within an hour