Chapter 14

''God!'' she was startled, her heart nearly flying, she patted her chest trying to calm herself. How long had he been standing there? I hope he didn't witness my episode, she looked him in the eyes and saw his calm gaze, she was confused about whether he saw or not. when she felt it was the latter, she almost smiled in relief but..

''There is food in the other pot.'' came his soothing tone, she looked up in shock but was met by the flapping tent, he was nowhere in sight. she felt uncomfortable and embarrassed.

'it's not my fault, I didn't ask him to come watch me vomit, hmm that's it' She regain herself and decided to walk around the settlement; she needs information about this place, what happened yesterday reaffirmed her thought that she is in a fucked up place. She can't walk around blind or even the breeze would kill her without her knowing the cause.

she passed rows of tents and witnessed some men pouring water on the soil, thanks to them there was not much-flying dust around. She felt stripped naked from their probing gaze.

She looked at her body wondering if she was stained with something, touching her blue up-and-down pajamas, one of her hands was almost ripped off, and sighed in distress but when saw the passersby downing only fur clothes. she envisioned herself wearing it, cyra subconsciously touched her smooth pale skin and shuddered with horror when she imagined the roughness rubbing her skin red, with the sun's hotness adding to her misery. She shook her head like a rattle, this is not happening.

Her eyes lit up when she thought back on Zane's clothes. Hmm, her hands rubbing her chin, there is a way to get normal clothes.

''ahahaha.....

she laughed loudly making the men working think she was mad, they distanced themselves from her hoping, her madness was not contagious, and they lacked medical materials.

Cyra didn't notice this, her mind on whom to ask for information, her initial goal from the onset. ''Hello. I....'' but what she received was disdain and sneering gazes, they ignored her, which puzzled Cyra, was she that different from their normal height or were they don't just like newcomers? this is going to be difficult. who she she going to talk to around here? she frowned in frustration and almost pulled out her hair when she recalled Zane's one-word explanation.

she sighed feeling tired mentally, she walked back to Zane's tent, resigning her faith to half-assed info, the breeze blew up sand and it almost enter her mouth, dammit do you also want to mock my situation. she kicked the sand with her fluffy slippers, trying to vent her anger. Zane walked out of the tent and met this sight, he looked at her weirdly,

Cyra noticed his gaze and tried to explain, not to look like she was crazy, but the dust she kicked up choked her making her cough. She saw Zane retreating back and stretched her hand to call him. ahh... my sexy image is ruined, what have I done?

After clearing her throat, she dusted herself and tidied up her appearance. I still look damn hot, she praised herself narcissistically. She walked confidently into the tent, her previous behavior forgotten.

Zane paused when he heard the tent close, he ignored her and cleaned his sword piously, holding it gently, from the gleam of the sun, You could see the sharpness and it oozed cold air. Cyra saw the sword and gulped for fear, but she shook it off and sat close to him.

''So... tell me where the northern oasis is located.'' her tone was urgent, urging him to talk, Zane ignored her, seriously cleaning his blade, but he still felt uncomfortable by her heated gaze.

his brow frowned in displeasure, '' Oh, and what was that wave situation?'' she asked again, pressuring him to talk.

''later!'' Zane's stare was cold and his voice filled with anger, he wanted to get back to cleaning his sword. Cyra stood up satisfied with his answer, she smiled as she lay down on the floor, she looked up envisioning her sweet life when she returns to Solara.