The landscape was made of sand. Loose sand, pebbled and bluffs of sandstone, loose scrub and grass dry and brittle as the rough dunes themselves. In the distance, there stood the squared off fortress of the mining camp, its towers squared off and projecting over the exterior walls. It huddled against a large rocky spire, but a creaking conveyor belt dumped spoil over one wall that threatened to pile up and overtop it.
Angelika squinted at it, and pointed at the belt. "Do you think that's a way in for you? I'll be going in the gate but you might have a rougher time of it."
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Date: 2024-07-10 08:37 pm (UTC)The landscape was made of sand. Loose sand, pebbled and bluffs of sandstone, loose scrub and grass dry and brittle as the rough dunes themselves. In the distance, there stood the squared off fortress of the mining camp, its towers squared off and projecting over the exterior walls. It huddled against a large rocky spire, but a creaking conveyor belt dumped spoil over one wall that threatened to pile up and overtop it.
Angelika squinted at it, and pointed at the belt. "Do you think that's a way in for you? I'll be going in the gate but you might have a rougher time of it."