"Tempest?"‘‘Tempest is late. She was supposed to meet us here and guide us through the desert. At least that much I remember.’’
The name sounded familiar, he was puzzled for a bit before the light bulb clicked on. Zeik had mentioned this woman a comrade of the chaos that was to assist them.
"Is this her pattern? Does she fails to show often?"
The clingy heat around them felt like a blanket of energy being laid over his body. He felt like a flower basking in its glory. But the sand...the sand he hated. It was too ambiguous, unstable, he could not ground himself. It was lurking him and to now have to wander around in it because the Choas can't keep up with their guides was poking his attitude a bit more.
They kept going on as he fumbled and stumbled behind.
Deaths hunating kiss?
He thought, it wasart of what the strange voice from early said. It was something he had somewhere. A memory that was beyond his grasp. Where could he have heard it, who could have told him? Was it from a book? It rang poetically against his drums soaking his mind in possibilities. To not to have to second guess everything would take such a huge load off him. But the impressions on his heart that statement left was triggering something in him. But he had to keep his composure.
"And I'm guessing our task now is to find this, Tempest?"