Desert of Treacherous Sands

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Ezra and Kieran looked into each other eyes, finding an unusual amount of attractive traits in each other before Kieran's lips curved into a soft smile. "You know you're rushing it, right? You have to grasp the flow, not force the flow."

"I didn't force it that much. You're exaggerating it," Ezra muttered while averting her gaze. Her hand pressed against Kieran's chest to provide additional support, even though she realized his firm grasp was enough to keep her from falling.

An amused light flashed in Kieran's eyes. "Really? Is that so? If that's the case, why did you tumble like that? Could you have been born with two left feet?" 

"You—!" Ezra's eyes widened as Kieran teased her because of this slight mistake.

A few seconds later, Kieran hoisted Ezra to her feet and shook his head. "You're making tremendous headway, but forcing it will only ruin the quality of your accomplishments. Take a look around."