Yelan jumped down from a boulder under a golden Sandbearer tree. The hot midday sun shone through through the leaves, casting a warm glow over her silhoutte.

“You,” she called out to you. “I was hoping I’d find you.” A grin tugged at her lips.

Woah. She wanted to see you? How is that? In practically everyone’s eyes, you two were worlds apart. You’re just another civil worker. She’s, well, Yelan.