That night she dreamed of the desert and the moon. The moon lit a silvery road in the sands, lighting the way for her to return home. She walked for hours and days and weeks, the dry wind of the desert blowing through her hair. She thought; 'Even when I return to Konoha, I'll never get the smell of the desert out of my skin.'
The sand was cool under her feet. She stopped for a moment to wriggle her toes, feeling the sand trickling between her toes and burying her feet. She stepped in a circle, dragging her feet behind her, enjoying the feel of the sand against her skin.
She thought; 'What if I never return?'