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Pulling the reins of Elo she scanned the unforgiving desert. She let her hand drop to her lap, disappointment apparent in her sloped shoulders. She sent hand motions to her warrior companions and urged Elo, her sturdy camel, to move forward. She did not relish returning to Nuasis and facing Yuki once again with her failure.

Her men were tired but loyal as they followed along with her, trained eyes searching the unforgiving terrain. Each knowing she looked for Abel not only for the Lady Yuki but for herself as well. The men knew that Cassidy secretly loved the man but because of their laws she never acted upon that love. Instead she kept him as friend and encouraged Yuki to marry him. Again her eyes scanned the desert and the setting sun offered no glimmer of hope.

Her father was with the clan and disapproved of her spending precious resources on this quest but he too knew of Cassidy's love for the man who could never ever be hers., and so with silent disapproval allowed this search. He would have to decide if they the clan would still support the now struggling city of Nuasis.

the trained eyes of Cassandras men if given the right focus and time would have been able to pick up fresh tracks from a hound some ways away, the tracks fresh enough that sand, displaced from their imprintation, would still be rolling down the lower part of the dune. the tracks led up and over the dune where, nessled at the top, a cloaked figure sat alone in the sands. the figure was faceing them and watching, judgeing on the figures comforted state atop the dune, it may have watched them come from the distance and cross the front of his vision. he made little indication to greet or shun the group of men and the women atop the camel.

the figure of the hound crept up behind the cloaked figure and then came up beside sitting back on its haunches and watched whatever his partner in crime was sitting so casually for and watching. they looked like warriors and not a caravan for trade, he had observed several times the group takeing in the scean around them as if searching the sand for somthing or someone. that wasnt a good thing, themid-day sun was known for sucking the moisture from a persons still living body in the form of steam, he had seen people cooked alive by their own bodies water in the sted of the suns direct and unrelenting force.