(closed) I found my laugh and took a lifetime to perfect it

[dashing]

WHO: Herian, Stephen, Cosima, Kostos and Tav who was always here
WHAT: visiting a rift for Tranquility reasons (+ corgi logistics)
WHEN: gestures vaguely to make it work for everyone
WHERE: Hissing Wastes
NOTES: CW forced tranquility stuff

The Hissing Wastes, so named for the hisses of displeasure that travelers make as their boots sink and slide in the sand as they attempt to ascend the rolling dunes, and when the sunlight glares off the sand.

Herian had indicated Franklin should stay at the Gallows, however, any effort to separate him from her once preparations commenced were not particularly effective. Though she does not feel, her disapproval of his attendance and its impracticality was clear, and... yet. Once he has run enough for the day, and when the sun's height in the sky makes the sand like to burn his paws, he is hoisted into something like a backpack, content in his own personal shade. His head pokes out whenever someone drifts close enough by that he might get pats, huffing dramatically if they are focused on getting up yet another hill and dropping back into the pack.

She hasn't complained but, somehow, her affect seems even flatter when finally they make camp. The corgi, for his part, immediately bee-lines to every other member of the party to offer morale and relieve them of any treats that might be weighing them down in the journey.

The next morning, there is only a short distance to traverse to the oasis. The serenity of the location is at odds with the sickly green light and bursts of noise.

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[tadpoled]

"No, I've almost collected all the needed specimens," Tav smiles, reaching down to rub Franklin's belly.

"What a cute dog," Tav praises. "Very friendly, too."