“I should like to cross the desert.” She said.
“You would most likely not succeed. It is dangerous. Even for Vulcans, there is a considerable level of risk.”
Juliette considered this, hunching further into her linen shawl to avoid the scalding sun. “Then why do Vulcans try to cross?”
“To achieve what awaits at the end, Naturally.”
Juliette’s curiosity piqued. “What awaits at the end of the desert?”
“Wisdom.”
She considered this for a long moment before she asked, “Which end?”
Lorot arched a brow at her.