Woosh
"Ugh—ptui-ptui!" Kain couldn't help recoiling and spitting out a mouthful of sand that had blown into his mouth.
Kain's heavy eyelids remained closed.
But he didn't need sight to know that his surroundings had changed. The brittle chill that had clung to his skin like frostbite was gone. In its place came a dry warmth, heavy and pressing.
A grainy, soft texture cradled his body—sand, he realized distantly, coarse and cushioning. A slow, arid breeze rustled his hair, teasing the edges of his clothing, while the long absent sunlight poured across his face with an intensity far stronger than he was used to.
He grimaced and sat up slowly, fingers already tugging at the thick winter layers he no longer needed. The air clung to him, the heat making the fur-lined coats unbearable. Still squinting against the brightness behind his eyelids, he tugged the last sleeve free before opening his eyes.
