As much as he enjoyed strolling around the bazaar that evening, Blood decided that this entire trip was a nuisance. He got what he came here for, a tea blend with spices only found at this one particular stall and a stained glass decoration that he had plans to give away. Otherwise all he believed this outing was good for was making him appreciate a nice bath and the luxuries of air conditioning.
He spent the entirety of the morning and afternoon inside of the lodge, and now he finally felt he was able to take a stroll outside without being burned to a crisp. ...Except in his haste for fresh air he forgot that the desert was actually freezing at night. He quickly decided was getting on the first coach back to that coffin of an elevator in the morning. The wind howled through the Stepping Stone Resort, and Blood stared suspiciously at the empty bazaar at the heart of the grounds.
He didn’t have much of a goal in mind while wandering, but he eventually found himself at the entrance of the Resort. The closer he got to the dunes outside, the more frequently he could swear that the wind sounded like a person whispering into his ear. He hit his palm against his ear and shook his head, turning around to find no one there. Multicolored strings of lights flickered under abandoned tents. A strong wind blew sand towards his face and he turned to the side to keep it out of his eyes. That’s when he saw that someone else seemed to be a restless sleeper that night.
A familiar blonde stood looking dazed, one hand clutched to her heart as she wordlessly stared into the dunes. With hesitation, her feet began inching forward. As much as Blood wanted to head back into the lodge and say it wasn’t his responsibility...nobody else seemed to be looking after her. Without thinking, Blood picked up his pace and grabbed onto her wrist.
“Miss Colette, what are you doing venturing off on your own this late at night?”
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