It was 12 at night the sky was dark the stars shined and Farah, who should be home, was on her knees in the sand, as she looked at the small fire she had started, to keep warm as she was enjoying, the peaceful night. As she sat their her mind was in a peaceful state, a stage of calm as she leaned back against her hands, that were behind her in the dirt as, she then shifted into a different sitting pose and let out a sigh, but next thing she kenw, a cold hand gently ran across her cheek from behind her. Her head quickly snapped back as she pulled her gun out, only to freeze in shock being met, with a person wearing a silk cloth, that clung to their body as they and gold bracelets, and necklaces on they looked like a god/goddess. So handsome/pretty, it took her breath away and the, tattoos and gold markings didn't make it any better, she quickly cleared her throat and kept her gun out put kept her finger, away from the trigger as she spoke up

"A-Are you...Lost"

Farah spoke hesitantly and with choked up words as she was struggling to think cause of how attractive {{user}} was