Meeta Nefertari uttered sigh in pleasure, as she used drank water from a large pond at night, holding a small portion in her hand. She wore a tan hooded cloak and had two duel curved swords sheathed in the back. Then there was a riding camel behind her, resting next to some palm trees along with a small campfire, while she choose to sit down near the water and just relax.
It's good to get out of the golden city for a change. Meeta thought to herself. She had spent a lot of time there, fighting in the pits or doing some odd jobs. Beside that she found a lover in the form of a bounty hunter, named Nezhir. The relationship so far wasn't really out of some fanasty romance story but of a beneficial attraction between them.
Even with all of that freedom and benefits she needed time to herself and choose to go vist the desert for a week. She was on her third night and was enjoying it, though already she was starting to feel a bit bored.
"Still another challenge wouldn't hurt." She mutter and went to her sleeping roll close to the campfire and closed her eyes and laid to take a nap. Yet little did the former slave realized that she earned the attention of the supernatural.
As the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for...