“No, I don’t like it either,” Gwen said as she patted Butterfly’s neck. The Nordanner clearly didn’t like the sand she was walking in, continually picking up her feet high off the ground and shaking the sand from the green wing markings on her legs.
Behind her, Sand Dune seemed to be enjoying herself. The dunalino Loshenka clearly took her name seriously as she played in the sand, the dark of her dun marke...