Blood Force

Leonel and Aina stepped out into a stretch of desert. It was pretty easy for Leonel to hide himself and the others here, but the environment itself was quite annoying and oppressive. The heat was almost unbearable, and it seemed to sink into your body whether through the sane that hunkered your feet and ankles within, or in the perpetual mild sand storm that pelted against their skin. 

This sand storm felt like droplets of piercing molten metal were colliding against you again and again. It was a horrible feeling without a doubt. 

Leonel was especially quite uncomfortable with the situation, but Aina seemed fine, not even squinting her eyes in the midst of the gusting sand. In fact, to add insult to injury, Little Blackstar seemed to be just fine as well. 

"Yip! Yip!"

A condescending and yet adorable chirping came from Blackstar. 

"Hey, hey. Do you see whose shoulder you're standing on right now? Show me some—"