Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
tadpole
water nymph
I glide through the water, my diaphanous robes swirling around me. I sing songs to lure men to the water's edge before I silently drown them. I sit on smooth boulders, plaiting my hair in the moonlight. I protect fish, eating algae and river plants.
Yes I am.  Are you going to grow into a frog that turns into a prince? no nothing like that i just hope to be a good frog Well if we don't find water in this harsh terrain neither of us will last long. Why did we even decide to go on this foolish journey?  yes it is honestly horrible trying to survive I know we needed to travel to the emerald pool to live a better life in its green waters, but maybe this was a foolish dream and we should have settled for our old muddy pond.  i think we can make it and when we do we will be powerful and happy The travel wasn't supposed to take this long and I was supposed to be your protector! I am hopeing we are not lost we will make it i belive we will You optimism is contagious. I cannot give up hope! we will have a place for you to grow big and be safe! For me I will have lots of unwary men that i can drown! it will be glorious, we will be gods  Yes! as soon as we rest we will be off again with renewed vigor! Our quest shall not end here! i know it will happen any day now