Dakota lays in the sand next to the pale walls of a builing, her head resting on an outstreched arm as she sleeps, soundly apparently, not moving.
Sedge strolls through the gate back into Dazil, his clothing covered in sand, he had decided to take a hour away from staring at his computer screen to go for a little walk..which was aparently interupted by a small sand storm by the looks of him.He nearly walks past the sleeping Dakota as he rubs his eyes in an attempt to remove the grit from them.He stops and turns back around, this time recognizing the sleeping form.