;dust.covered.gems;

[//Snarky\\]

Inya's steady footfalls slowed as she reached the end of her current trail. She looked up, her nose wriggling madly and trying to uncover any scent other than the sickening stench of dust. It was heavy in the air, and it covered anything else that could have possibly hidden behind it. She blinked floating debris out of her eyes and shook dirt from her fur, wincing in disgust as it all hit the ground. She would be bathing for weeks to get all this out. But it was worth it. She was alone; it was quiet and peaceful. It was the reason she came here so often, and she had never been followed before. So far, this place hadn't let her down. She craned her head to the left, searching for any sparkle to show her where her normal spot was. A glint bounced off the rock from her night eyes, and she bounded over in that direction carefully. Any small movement could be her last, in this place. She dropped to her belly and crawled forward, stopping when she got to her outline in the dust. It only proved she had been here many times before. She laid the tip of her wet nose on the pile of gems and sighed, stirring dust and making her cough.