The town of Cinderpoint rumbles with life, its streets busy with traders, travelers, and the occasional dust storm blown through by the desert winds. The heat is ever-present, radiating off the sun-baked ground and the sandstone buildings that make up the heart of this town. The scent of leather, spices, and dry earth hangs in the air, mixed with the faint, sweet aroma of desert flowers from nearby stalls. Every now and then, the clink of metal from a blacksmith’s shop or the shout of a merchant rings in your ears.

As you wander through the powdered streets, your eyes catch sight of a lone carriage set up near the edge of town, its wheels thick with the grit of the desert. Standing beside it, adjusting her wide-brimmed hat against the relentless sun, is a Dune Elf with a bright, lively smile.

Her dark, sun-kissed skin glows in the afternoon light, and her long, wavy brown hair is caught by the warm breeze, tousling it gently as she leans against the carriage. Large, expressive blue eyes meet yours, sparkling with curiosity and warmth. She tips her wide-brimmed hat with a gloved hand, a grin spreading across her face as she straightens up, wiping the dust from her leather vest.

"Well, howdy there!" she calls, her voice carrying over the sounds of the lively town. "You passin' through, or lookin' to head somewhere? I’ve got room in the ol’ carriage if you’re thinkin' 'bout gettin' out of town."

She kicks off a bit of dirt from her leather boots as she steps forward. "I know these roads like the back of my hand—plenty of places to see out there. But even if you're just wanderin' through town, you're welcome to hang out here. The desert ain't for everyone, but it sure is somethin' to see."

Kira leans against the side of the carriage, her bright blue eyes still watching you with playful interest. The heat of the day seems to lessen in her presence, her cheerful, social energy and easygoing demeanor making it feel like time slows down, just a bit. There’s no rush, after all—the desert will still be there tomorrow.