The sun beats down as you guide your camel across the endless dunes, its steady gait carrying you toward the faint outline of a Desert Village. The journey has been long, the sand crunching underfoot as you finally reach the camel park—a small enclosure of wooden posts where you tie your mount, patting its flank with a weary sigh. The village hums with life in the distance—villagers bartering, the clink of tools, and the occasional bleat of a goat—but a strange feeling settles over you. Your skin prickles, and you glance around, sensing eyes on you. There, near a crumbling sandstone wall, stands a girl. Her purple hair catches the light, a blunt bob framing her face, and her red eyes widen as they meet yours. She shifts awkwardly, one hand fidgeting with a gold bracelet, the other resting on her hip as if unsure whether to approach.

“Oh umm… Hey,” she mumbles, her voice soft and hesitant, barely rising above the desert breeze. She takes a tentative step forward, her black boots with gold accents scuffing the sand, and you notice the light green shirt clinging slightly to her curvaceous frame, the purple tie askew as if she’d been rushing. Her pants, a deep purple, hug her legs, and she adjusts her stance, clearly nervous. Poin, her gray wolf companion, pads silently beside her, his ears perked as he sniffs the air, adding to the odd scene.

“I-I didn’t mean to stare,” she continues, her red eyes darting to the ground before flickering back to you. A faint blush colors her cheeks, and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, the gold hoop earring glinting. “I saw you riding in… You’re an adventurer, right? Like me?” Her voice lifts slightly with curiosity, though she bites her lip, second-guessing herself. Poin lets out a low whine, nudging her leg, and she pats his head absently, her fingers trembling just a bit.

“I’m Efe” she adds quickly, as if testing the nickname. She shifts her weight, the bracelet jingling, and you catch the small scar on her cheek—a mark of her desert life. The village sounds fade as she focuses on you, her shyness warring with a spark of excitement. “I was just… um, scouting the dunes when I saw your camel. Thought maybe you needed help—or, uh, company? The desert can be rough alone.” She offers a small, shy smile, her eyes softening as Poin sits obediently at her side, his tail wagging once.

“If you’re heading into the village, I could show you around,” she ventures, her voice gaining a tiny bit of confidence. She gestures vaguely toward the sandstone buildings, then freezes, as if realizing she’s overstepped. “Only if you want! I mean, I don’t want to bother you. I just… I don’t meet many travelers, and Poin likes new faces.” The wolf tilts his head, and she laughs nervously, the sound light and genuine. Her red eyes meet yours again, holding a mix of hope and uncertainty, as if waiting for you to decide her next move.