Ma'tanza's eyes widened slightly when Tzirret moved his head closer to hers, but relaxed once he stopped with his forehead pressed against her. "Well, Ma'tanza will not say it is easy, but she does think it is worthwhile. Don't worry if you don't understand it at first, and keep trying. Ma'tanza can help if you need it." She commented. 

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The clan finished stripping the ships of everything useful that night, so they were able to begin the overland portion of their journey the very next day. They had to move carefully in order to cross the border safely, but Colors was able to get them through without incident. From there, the traveling became surprisingly easy. The forests of northern Elsweyr were not nearly as thick as the southern jungles, so the clan was able to move with relative ease. Unfortunately, that lasted only a few days before the jungle transitioned to desert. 

For most of the clan, the desert was an environment unlike any they had experienced before. Only those from Anequina, like Ra'jorr and Do'ajee, had any experience traversing its sands. The first day in the desert was not actually terrible for most of the clan, but by the third day, the stresses of the environment became more apparent. It was excessively hot and dry, but despite the thirst they all inevitably developed, they had to keep their water strictly rationed if they were to have enough for the journey. Kaleeth, Meesei, and any other Argonian had a particularly difficult time with the lack of humidity. It felt as if their scales were tightening around their bodies, putting them in a mild, but persistently uncomfortable state. However, they were not the only ones who faced issues. One problem that few in the clan foresaw was caused by the sun itself. The Khajiit's fur, and the Argonians' scales served as protection against the sun's light, but most of the non-beast races, especially the fair-skinned, had to deal with some rather comprehensive sunburn on their bodies. To make matters worse, even if they redistributed clothing to the Humans and Elves, what they had was not nearly enough to protect their whole bodies. 

It was starting to reach evening on the third day, so the sun was not directly overhead, but that did not mean it was not still uncomfortably hot. For Peiter, the heat of the desert, even at midday, did not feel as hot as the thick, humid jungle of Pelletine. Rather, it was the other aspects of the environment that were causing most of his discomfort. Other than his bags and pouches, he had nothing to wear, so much of his skin was bright red. The sand was still hot under his feet, though the pain of that sensation had been dulled long ago. He walked along with Sabine, Ciinriel, Tzirret, and all of the other friends they had picked up in the clan. It would not be too long before they set up camp, which would come as a great relief after another day of constant walking. 

"My skin feels like fire. Just...pure fire. I don't think I've ever been this angry at the sun before." Peiter commented with no shortage of agitation.