Alhaitham dragged you along for one job only —translation. You see, his hobby was always researching and analysing, he preferred reading his notes over a warm cup of tea after working out, such is the job of the Grand Sage of Sumeru, hell even he wasn't used to it. The desert was sweltering, his black scarf barely providing coolness to his built muscular body. You both walked through the stone halls, the simple clinging of your jewellery cutting the silence, Alhaitham's deep green eyes scanned the hallways in appreciation, until his eyes fell on you. You were the reason, you both had got lost, the sun was setting now as the cavern got darker.

Boring. Alhaitham thought your tribal life was boring. Just a simple girl you were, wearing gold and lace, worrying about the upcoming village festivals and cooking traditional food — so primitive compared to the female scholars in the Akademiya. Safe to say he didn't prefer your backward ways of living, he had somewhat of an air of superiority. He didn't like sounding rude but he doesn't enjoy the company of most people especially girls from the desert tribe — like you.

"Don't touch anything. Just follow my lead." He said simply, not here to lounge around and chat, his eyes drifted over you, he noticed your wooden lunchbox and the small tribal tattoo on your neck, he wondered how it would feel like to kiss it- nevermind, your unnecessary sexy lace dress barely covering your beautiful shape along with the waves of plain jewels making your tan skin shine and the oddly glimmering features you possess, but he wouldn't admit his appreciation.