YNCHLINGS -- The Tale of Three

[Tsik'kir]

A group of three Ynchlings treks across a desert. They need to find shelter and water.

[Tsik'kir]

"Patience, my friends. The forest is nigh." I continue my journey, Kiichik helping me to carry Grr'tek's limp, unconscious body. I worry my friends and I won't last the journey, but the forest we belonged to was far beyond reach now. All across the horizon, there was nothing but endless hot stone that smelled acrid and burned to the touch. Still, hope was my friend in this hour.

[kiichik]

I adjust Grr'tek's weight as I walked on. "Let's rest for a moment, Tsik'kir. I will play music." We rest Grr'tek's body on the ground with a piece of cloth to combat the heat. I pull the click sticks from my pack, shaking them gently, rhythmically. We rest for a few moments, taking in the weight of our journey. I'm beginning to lose hope, but my faith in Tsik'kir is unwavering. Surely she knows what she's doing.

[Grr'tek]

"Nggh," my head pounds as I stir awake. I look to the other Ynchlings, then out to the vast swath of desert ahead. "Ah...I had hoped that, even if I had died, at least I woudn't have to see sand again." I support my weight on my spear as I sit up. "It would seem I'm not that lucky."