"...Should we bring flowers with us?" Scarab asked, suddenly less afraid of these strange beasties and more afraid of the snow when she remembered that avalanches existed. One of the characters from one of her favorite books had survived one, and for years she had thought they were just the stuff of fiction until a foreign slave informed her they were very real. "They'd be wilted by the time we got there, but we could press and dry them! Would they accept dried flowers?"
Because an avalanche sure didn't sound like her idea of a good time. She only knew they were like a faster version of the shifting of sand dunes, able to bury an army beneath the snow in one fell swoop. A bad sand storm could do that, too, but those took time and you could see those coming and prepare; everything she'd heard about avalanches sounded fast, sudden, and violent. And apparently sound could trigger them!
She shivered at the thought.
"We don't have anything quite so exciting here, I don't think. Oh, there's sandworms of course, and those are nasty but uncommon. And there's djinn, and who knows what lives in Seraj Isa in all that glass. There's people who can change into hyenas and things like that. I've never seen any of those things, though. Just heard about them. Though I once thought I saw baby sandworm marks in the sand! But my friend told me it was probably just a snake."
She huffed. "It seemed awful big for a snake."