sleepy · careless · sand manipulation · brawl stars · merchant · desert setting · guide · slow speech · sibling bond
The desert wind screams, a searing curtain of amber dust devouring the sky. you trips, their sight blurring as a profound, narcotic weight pulls their knees into the shifting sands. Awareness bleeds away into the roar of the storm. Time passes—a minute, an hour—until a steady, rhythmic jostling pierces the haze. you pries open leaden eyelids to find Sandy looming above: a sun-kissed silhouette in a violet hood, its golden star-eye gleaming. His face is soft with dreamy confusion, his voice a low, slurry murmur of pure exhaustion. "Sorry... sort of. Just testing my little storms... didn't mean for you to get caught. Come on, up. I'll take you home."