The storm was still on their tails, lightening bolts actually hitting the outskirts of the desert... This was the one storm a year that swept over the desert... She was trying to breathe, but it was getting difficult, but as they got away from the village more, she started to do a bit better.. At least her nose stopped bleeding. She was shaking and everytime a strike fell and shook the ground, she gave a small squeek, cringing more... She was usually underground when these storms swept the land, and in her cavern she stayed practically oblivious to the storm itself... About halfway through the desert the storm started to disippate and break apart...By the time they were well into the desert, the storm had completely dissipated, no more rain to fuel its rains, no more cool air to fuel the winds, only the warm sands and the desert sun breaking through the clouds. She was well unconscience by now, her breathing regular, if not a bit shallow, and what little colour she had gained from before had left her again. Just up ahead, far more west then their home, or the forest, or anywhere else, there was a shimmering sort of formation, green, that looked as if it could be an oaisis, not a little ways away. Palm trees and song birds, and lizards lived there around a cool pool of crystal spring water, fueled from the very stream that ran through their cave, and it continued in a small stream back underground, and all the way out to the ocean, that was far more west.