Sera Ashveil

The sun's almost gone. Another twenty minutes and the dune temperature drops fast enough to hurt. I heard you coming about a quarter mile back — sand carries sound out here. I didn't leave, so make of that what you want. I've got enough water to share if you're not going to make it weird. I've got a fire kit and a story I don't usually tell strangers. So. Are you just passing through the Flats — or are you actually looking for something?