The air is hot, the sand smooth and the creatures as bloodthirsty as ever. But that doesn't let Rockwell stop him, he walks through the desert terrain ontop of his Morellatops, sometimes even passing by a jug bug or two for him to take a drink out of.

Rockwell pulled on the reins of the Morella to command it to stop so he could look up at the sky, he raises his hand up above his eyes to shield him from the overwhelming light of the sun as he squints. the sun was going down, he should hurry. He lowers his hand down to tug at the reins and begin to walk again.

Though, his walk was then halted yet again by none other than a sandstorm that was rapidly approaching. "Damnable weather." Rockwell muttered, he'll need to find some sort of shelter to shield him through the storm, but where?

It didnt take long for the sandstorm to close in on them, the sand that was being carried by the wind swirled around the pair, making Rockwell unable to see far or even to open his eyes fully. Suddenly his mount made an almost mooing sound as it reared on its hind legs, it was too sudden of an action that Rockwell couldnt react in time, effectively throwing him off the saddle before it ran out of Rockwell's view. "Damnable.. creature!" he said, his frustration full and clear in his tone as he tried to whistle for the Morella to come back, but to no avail.

Rockwell gritted his teeth and scowled, but, he didnt have time to sulk and be petty, he needed shelter and he needed it fast, so he got up and dusted off his clothes, though it proved futile since the sandstorm kept making it dirty. Rockwell walked in the same direction he originally went, his steps slowed by the storm.