The sand was actually irritating Xafira. She couldn’t believe that she was actually annoyed at the sand of The Equator that had protected her for the past five years. But she was and that was that. It wasn’t the sand’s fault of course.

Xafira had requested multiple times to check out what kind of game the North King was playing by going on the mission alone but Indiua had made it clear that it was pointless to argue. Xafira could have made it to the Eleventh city before the Second Sun had set but now that they had a party of five, it would take them much longer to cross The Equator, get past security, and infiltrate the Northern Palace.

Xafira shot through the sand dunes angrily. Her breathing was rather ragged so her breathing apparatus was constantly sending out alerts to the other members of the group. Xafira didn’t care if her friends thought she was having a temper tantrum, they knew she wouldn’t cause trouble on this trip. Xafira may be a lot of things, but she wasn’t disobedient… normally.