Rosewater Oasis the sands of time

no worries!

As if one man wasn't enough, the oasis had gifted her a second. This one was a tall, obelisk of obsidian studded with sun-touched gold, a far cry from his russet counterpart. Ezen simply watched in smug satisfaction as the red man retreated and all her attention could now be focused on the approaching shadow. 

Perhaps it was just her imagination that the air became colder, shivering slightly though her posture remained standoffish. "Tell that to your hasiki," she jutted out her chin indignantly, almost wishing the other had stayed. While he had been easy to predict, there was a sinister edge to the dark man's voice that Ezen certainly did not trust.

Her chartreuse gaze flicked from him to the water, torn between the urge to quench her remaining thirst and the desire to defy his offer. Thirst won in the end and she quickly scuttled to lap the oasis' lifeblood, pausing only when she could drink no more. "Distances are subjective." With a shrug she turned to face him. "You're in charge of this Vahanet?"