Warm Sands, Strange Faces [Chibuzo/Jamie]
His Mareep had run off again. A disgruntled groan left the redhead’s throat as he looked around the entrance to the desert, tentative to enter yet at the same time determined to find his brother - what if he got hurt? Eaten by the various Pokemon that are undoubtedly thriving in the sand?
The anxiety boiled inside of him and, eventually, he took his first step into the desert - and then another, and several more, until Jamie soon realized that he had taken a few too many as he searched for his sheep. He called out Jasper’s name a few times before beginning to feel bile rise up the back of his throat - his fear soon made worse by the whipping up of a sandstorm; particles of ground up rock stinging his eyes and getting into his lungs.
The redhead struggled his way through the sandy wasteland a bit more, wiping off sweat from his forehead and swallowing what little spit he had left in his mouth. He hadn’t anticipated the little Pokemon entering the desert, let alone getting lost while looking for him. He sat for a while in the shade of a rock, hoping to catch a break from the boiling sun and vicious storm - but quickly falling asleep from fatigue in his rest.