Dristi walked at a steady pace behind Sevora. Her hood cast over her face, shadowing her appearance from the rest. As they walked the dust from the ground slowly rose into the humid are. Minute sweat beads clung to her perfect complexion, the heat of her cloak was suffocating her as the hot sun beat down, but she did not take it off. Instead she kept walking in a steady beat her eyes gazing straight ahead past Sevora.
As the day lengthened the sun beat down her rays even more. Punishing them with her light. Dristi did not believe as Sevora did, the sun was not the Eye. The sun was a far too feeble form for someone of such greatness to take. No, the sun was a maiden, Arien, who could not be tempted to evil, a weak pathetic fool she was. Dristi had learned of her in her studies cursing her and vowing her life to darkness. She gazed up into the sun, burnt by her heat. She then lifted her hand to her hood and removed it, her hair flowing down to her back.
As she did this she noticed a man walking beside her, but her sight did not sway from its position. She did not care from tribesmen, she could tell it was a tribesman from what her wore. Pathetic really. Trying to impress her. She then heard laughing and faint whispers caught her ears.
"One hour! before she puts the old man in his place"
Ha, one hour. He would have no place if here persisted to annoy her. Dristi’s hand slowly moved towards the dagger, clenching her fist around it. Mind you she did like to play with them, men that was. Always fools, being subdued by her then ending up killed, it was just funny.
She laughed in her head, and kept walking on.
[ July 08, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]
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