Anju
The heat is a convenient explanation for the flush of color on his features, as Anju is not particularly socially astute. Blunt, forthright with her emotions? Absolutely. Aware of the emotions of others? Certainly not. “You have dogs?” she alights upon the topic, needing further distraction for the last few layers of bandages over her throbbing forearm. Animals were always far easier to understand and appreciate for Anju.
A moue of distaste twists her dark lips in agreement. “I’d heard it was cooler, which is the only reason I would visit. It is far too hot otherwise.” So perhaps Halo is looking like a more enticing place to visit with each moment. As he pins the tail of the bandage in place, Riya helps shift Anju up to a cross-legged sit, and she grunts with the twinge in her shoulder; a far more annoying injury in terms of mobility than her forearms. “No, these were the only wounds. Thank you, Tal. I owe you a great debt.” And his help had not even reached an end, would not until they’d reached the caravans.
A slight grimace of reluctance creases her face. “Could you help pull me up? You can grab my belt,” she offers awkwardly. Riya is already prepared to help leverage her up, but she can’t brace her hands against her companion or the sands without some degree of agony.
A moue of distaste twists her dark lips in agreement. “I’d heard it was cooler, which is the only reason I would visit. It is far too hot otherwise.” So perhaps Halo is looking like a more enticing place to visit with each moment. As he pins the tail of the bandage in place, Riya helps shift Anju up to a cross-legged sit, and she grunts with the twinge in her shoulder; a far more annoying injury in terms of mobility than her forearms. “No, these were the only wounds. Thank you, Tal. I owe you a great debt.” And his help had not even reached an end, would not until they’d reached the caravans.
A slight grimace of reluctance creases her face. “Could you help pull me up? You can grab my belt,” she offers awkwardly. Riya is already prepared to help leverage her up, but she can’t brace her hands against her companion or the sands without some degree of agony.
I didn’t mean to be this kind of creature
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
