@themutepsychic
The Moroccan dessert seemingly went on forever, each dune they struggled to get their dirt bikes over, praying this would be the last one. Only resulted in disappointment from tens more, Ruben didn’t even want to imagine what such a journey on foot would’ve been like. The smell of burnt air filled his lungs, sand collecting in his boots and scratching him from the inside. Morgan has kept the map on his own, leading the way; he knew he couldn’t blame him that this journey would be a quiet one.
Luckily the sun was considerably less prominent today, no matter how much sun screen he put on his arms were a shade of red alongside Morgan’s. Freckles were both a blessing and a curse at times. He wasn’t sure how much longer their journey would be, once they got up a dune he stopped his bike, looking up to the horizon and finally seeing the large onnium in the distance; only 3 dunes off. He sighed in relief and underlining exhaustion. “Fuck-we’re close aren’t we I didn’t even realise” he huffed a laugh, getting off his bike for a moment for a small break.















