You continue through the desert, wanting to get out. Yawning, you rubbed your back. How you wished you were relaxing near a cool pool. Ouch! You think you got a bit of sunburn. You reach what looked like the end of the desert. A wandering purple creature marched up to you.
"Hi traveller!" she chirped cheerfully, "whatcha doin' in the middle of the desert?"
"THE MIDDLE?!" you shriek, then groan.
The creature stiffled a laugh and shook her head.
"Don't worry, the rest of the desert isn't so bad," the purple creature grinned slightly, "my name's Chelsa and I am a Fliot."
Another Fliot wandered up to you. He was blue and had ram's horns. He bumped into you and jumped back.
"Oh sorry traveller! I wasn't paying attention," he said sheepishly, "my name's Pastel Night."
And with those short words, he wandered off again.
"Don't mind Pastel. He's a dreamer at heart. Never pays attention unless it's about an arguement," Chelsa laughed, "anyway, a fliot is a strange mix. Pastel Night has ram's horns while I don't. We're very different from one and another. If you wish to find more about us, you can go to our homeland, Fliot Desert."
Chelsa gave a half-grin.
"I'm guessing you should go before ou are burnt to a crisp, traveller. Good-bye!" Chelsa grinned and padded away. Sprint out of the desert?