A speck in the dust...

The vultures descend and begin to pick at the little flesh that's left on the humanoid corpse... Where once a maiden stood with white, elfin limbs, now only tatters of linen and hollow bones lie. She wandered this earth alone for too long...
Cruel winds whipped her face, and the beating sun stung her lips like a thousand wasps with no remorse. It offered no warmth. No comfort.

To anyone on the outside- she would be just another nameless casualty... but there is one who would care. Another traveller. His contempt for this empty planet keeps him moving. Too long in one place and he will become disenchanted with life. It is with him that our dearest Nimrodel would have escaped. She never stopped waiting. She died waiting.