The morning sky hit her in the face as her eyes squinted to open themselves from the long night slumber. She yawned as her feet got up and stretched themselves. The cold in the desert makes the muscles stiff travelers. A man with a heavy white turban and long brown cloak called her to breakfast. The sky was bright, and his family was the main leader in the group of travelers. This caravan had only families there were no soldiers like the last group she traveled with. Rosa chuckled at the thought of traveling with the previous groups. The teal uniform she had to leave behind because of the choice of returning to her previous post.