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Morning broke over the desert. A brilliant sun, wide as the dunes it bore, seeped gradually over them and stung Alistair's eyes as he awoke. Slumped up against a shrub, he blinked, adjusting his vision to the reflection of the sun's rays in the small oasis where he had spent the night. Alzros stirred beside him, chirping and growling as he stretched his wings. He had comforted Alistair several times during the night when he had nightmares, the sight of Maho Sparhawk's dismembered body or the fireball that burnt him alive still fresh in Alistair's mind.
It had happened so quickly, and he hadn't had time to process it all.
By his side, lay Maho's staff and his bag containing the map that would lead him to the Baal-Duru river. Groaning, Alistair pulled himself up and rubbed his eyes, his face still stained with tears. His yellow robes were burnt and covered in his master's blood. He breathed in and sighed, then reached around to stroke the baby dragon. He must have been hungry, but there was nothing around to feed him.
"Ugh," Alistair groaned, his heart still racing. His sleep had been broken at best and disturbed by nightmares, the memories of the previous night overburdening his mind.
Head in his hands, he stood groggily and lumbered over to a nearby tree, where he flipped back the front of his robes and relieved himself. He then washed his face and hair in the oasis. Kneeling on the bank, he scooped water up, washing blood, tears and smoke residue from his cheeks. Sighing, he submerged his head in the water, the cold relieving his stress momentarily. He ran it through his hair and washed his face, then raised his head. As he looked up, he saw a figure, female by the looks of it, sitting on a rock on the other side of the pool. Eyes wide, Alistair jerked back, immediately shocked by her presence. Alzros growled, a small ball of fire erupting from his nose as he hissed at her to stay away.
"Sh, it's okay," Alistair said to the dragon, hushing him quiet.
A finger held to his lips, he slowly rose to his full height and walked around the side of the pool, "who are you?" He asked the woman.
It had happened so quickly, and he hadn't had time to process it all.
By his side, lay Maho's staff and his bag containing the map that would lead him to the Baal-Duru river. Groaning, Alistair pulled himself up and rubbed his eyes, his face still stained with tears. His yellow robes were burnt and covered in his master's blood. He breathed in and sighed, then reached around to stroke the baby dragon. He must have been hungry, but there was nothing around to feed him.
"Ugh," Alistair groaned, his heart still racing. His sleep had been broken at best and disturbed by nightmares, the memories of the previous night overburdening his mind.
Head in his hands, he stood groggily and lumbered over to a nearby tree, where he flipped back the front of his robes and relieved himself. He then washed his face and hair in the oasis. Kneeling on the bank, he scooped water up, washing blood, tears and smoke residue from his cheeks. Sighing, he submerged his head in the water, the cold relieving his stress momentarily. He ran it through his hair and washed his face, then raised his head. As he looked up, he saw a figure, female by the looks of it, sitting on a rock on the other side of the pool. Eyes wide, Alistair jerked back, immediately shocked by her presence. Alzros growled, a small ball of fire erupting from his nose as he hissed at her to stay away.
"Sh, it's okay," Alistair said to the dragon, hushing him quiet.
A finger held to his lips, he slowly rose to his full height and walked around the side of the pool, "who are you?" He asked the woman.
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