She had been asleep, and the scream had woken her from a thousand year slumber, a true scream of rage from her One True Love.
That above, that would be an interesting way to start Sh'she's side of the story. Of course, it wasn't true, as Sh'she would never sleep for a thousand years(how silly!), and also, and anyways, One True Loves were a crock and anyone who was anyone knew it. No, the truth of the matter was that Sh'she had stumbled across Merica a day and half ago, but hadn't really been sure that she wanted to bother interfering. After all, he seemed capable enough--but if there was one thing that Sh'she hated, it was people crying, and if there was another thing that she hated it was people screaming.
And this person was quite loud.
Sh'she twirled a desert flower in her fingertips as she rose from the sand, as much a part of it as separate. She rose pointedly in Merica's path, those not very close to him--far enough away that might have been mistaken as a mirage before Sh'she smiled at him. "Lost?" she asked, cradling the flower to her chest. This day, she was a human woman-child, no older than perhaps sixteen, skin the pale color of the sand and hair chestnut and pulled back into a low ponytail. She wore a soft cotton dress that wavered and fluttered in the breeze. Against her bosom, the desert flower was purple. And beautiful.