Meeta strolled through the tall grass, heading for some water holes nearby. Bare chested and wearing only tannish mini-skirt that covered slightly above her knees she continue the trek, thinking how she got here. A week ago master Qasmin, choose to bring her along in one of his caravan trips into the Moraki Desert. This did not happen often, usually she was left back in the estate with most of the other slaves. Of course, perhaps her efforts in the arena won new favor from Qasmin to granted a place at his side.
Or he simply wanted to act as a pet to show off for all those to see or sell her. Either way she was making the most of this stop at an remote oasis. Afternoon had already passed but it was not dusk yet so she was able to convince her master to let her go alone toward the water springs in the center to drink and even refresh herself before night came. Of course, Qasmin made it clear he will sent his guards to go look for her within an hour or two. He wasn't worry that she will try to escape but more like something ambushing her.
Scouts earlier found no trace of lions, snakes or any other dangerous creatures around this area. That is why she is allowed to be alone. It was good to be by herself she thought when able to and yet she felt bored. Meeta having trained to be a fighter for the gladiatorial games, she had grown to enjoy engaging into combat. Knowing this trip it was heavily doubted that she would find a challenge during it.
Then coming out of the grass, Meeta spotted a large pond of crystal-clear water surround by similar but smaller water holes. Smiling and silently thanking Essyrn's deity she walk with a warrior's confidence over to the main pond's edge. Kneeling down she scoped up with both hands a small portion of the treasured liquid. Meeta proceeded to drink, savoring it, but however little did she realized that someone else was there and now was watching her.
