there were not very many new faces in sangeda, the heat and vastness of the sands were not kind to those who didnt live through it. the sangedians were made for the sun, they were warriors out of survival, those who could not survive died very early on. she did not have the benefit of being able to see change but she could hear it, smell it, her senses taking control of her environment to make up for what she lacked. as the new ambassador, it was her duty to the crown to face its potential threats. the steps were heavy, a form too imposing to be a womans, he smelled of wetness, the kind that sticks to foliage not rocks. his clothing rustled differently than those around her, moving to the right, she stepped into his path, her hand going to the blade at her waist. she lifted her chin up, feigning eye contact as she took his in his size out of proximity. her hood cast a shadow on her features, the black charcoal around her eyes concealed the perfect focus that those with sight are able to convey. “ state your business and your ties, ” she asked directly. he was much larger than her, she could hear weapons when he walked but didnt know how many yet. her smaller stature gave her an advantage at close range but she didnt know how thick his clothes or armor truly was. her duty was to protect the palace, her people, letting him pass by without a word would be foolish. @atonedlegacy
