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[h3][color=6ecff6]The Desert | Taking a break 
Mood: Exhausted from the heat[/color][/h3][/center]


The desert stretched endlessly before their eyes. The cruel sun beat down on them mercilessly as they marched through the dreadful land. The desert sure lived up to its name. Each step seemed heavier than the last, and the scorched sand made the experience even more unpleasant. In the blinding light of the afternoon, the sight of the small oasis made her feel euphoric; Octavia could almost feel its coolness just by looking at it, and she wasted no time in filling her waterskin. Octavia gulped down the water to quench her thirst, and the cool liquid soothed her dry throat and chapped lips. It was the most stimulating thing to have happened to her in years.

To her relief, it wasn't long before the sun would set over the edge of this barren world. She could use a long break from the sun's cruel rays. Octavia was not used to this harsh climate, but the rest didn't seem to mind the heat as much as she did. Even the other new recruit, Pox, was able to remain chippy under this insufferable heat. Her brows unconsciously furrowed as she studied him. He was completely covered, and while that helped to avoid a sunburn, he must have been drenched in warm sweat underneath. Well, [i]she[/i] sure was. She could almost feel steam coming out of her pores.

As the others conversed about the nobleman's vital status, she began to wonder if they had a lead or if they were just wandering about aimlessly. She, of course, hoped for the former. The sooner they found him--or his body--the better. "[color=6ecff6]This heat is like the breath of hell,[/color]" she muttered to herself silently as she removed her hat and began to fan herself with it. Her cheeks were flushed red, and the beads of sweat never stopped coming. Octavia started to miss the comforts of her home. Until this journey, she never realized how pampered she had been.

The others have already warmed up to each other, but she hasn't talked to them as much since she got recruited. Octavia realized she had no idea how to converse with people aside from her father's associates. If she had known how important conversational skills were, she would have tried to learn them, but it never came to mind as a necessary skill for an assassin. They only had to be quiet and secretive--or at least, that's what she was taught. After all, she had no first-hand experience, she was only taught in the arts. Octavia slumped back against a boulder and released a sigh of vexation. Everything about this desert was unpleasant, but at least she had dinner to look forward to. With that in mind, she dozed off.