A Brief Respite

Minerva stepped back as the figure passed through her barrier to the raging sands outside.

A good six and a half feet tall, the spindly figure, wrapped in sand-worn cloths shook itself briefly before bowing.

"I thank you for allowing me to enter your space. I am Clora." Said a female voice, as she pulled away the wrappings from around her head. "May the sands bless you as you pass by."

Minerva nodded. She knew of the sand dwellers, but had never met one face to face. "You are most welcome here. Take respite from the storm and rest."