anyone;

[Sinder]

He looks almost inattentive and disinterested. The gales of wind lift the unruly locks of his tail as he navigates his way to the oasis. It calls to him or maybe it's just his imagination running rampant. Sinder hasn't reached out to anyone; his inabilities are becoming a greater hindrance that buckles him down into a land that he has so few friends in. All family has been wiped away, erased like the burning pages of a book. Even Noori he hasn't seen in years. They have a child together, but where is it? A pink tongue slides dryly across his lips when Sinder finally perches himself in the shade of a towering palm. It's then that she joins him as though just birthed from the sand dunes. A hooded stare greets her while his lips remain tightly pursed together. Can't fucking talk. (Do something, idiot) Another magician seems necessary. A breath slips from him in quiet consideration. At least she's a female making communication a more probable success than he had in the Tundra. The distance shrivels between them as he inches toward her until his lips are warmly pressed to her neck. For an instant, he thinks of Noori because this is how they met, but then his eyes drink in the sight of her skin where she lacks bark. "Ss..n..dr.." He cannot speak, but is able to at least makes the simplest of noises with his tongue against his teeth. The heat of her body invites him to remain near her rather than straying from her side. Dark eyes meet her own, searching her curiously. SINDER