A Tale in Arridia

Drifts of sand pearled at the tips of her bare toes and two moons shone down on her. The small, man-made stream that should-have-irrigated the edges of Arridia, or at least stopped the desert, dripped like dewdrops in winding paths that she sat on the edge of. The sky was clear enough, but the air was drier than she’d felt in a long time. The girl bit down on her nails impatiently, waiting for him to come and whisk her away.