Soft, golden motes began to sparkle in the dust.
They were far and few between for a moment, until they began to swam together, starting to brighten in intensity and swirl around against the storm. They acted as if a power of their own controlled them, going against the dust storm and its increasing ferocity. The danced against the wind, forming their own miniature tornado within the sandstorm. As they danced along around the sandy ground, they cut through the sand that swept upward without care.
There was a moment when the golden motes stopped in their tracks. They stood completely still, hanging in the air, twinkling like little stars. There was a moment when nothing happened, they just...stood there, doing absolutely nothing. The sandstorm raged, whipping about them, pushing at them, but they did not move.
Then...something happened finally.
There was a shadow, a silhouette of some kind walking out from within the golden motes of light. It wasn't a tall figure, but the silhouette was odd. There was a strange hat, a large fedora outlines, the jacket worn had straight edges, very regal, with the shoulders straight, the arms slightly bent, but the fabric didn't appear to wrinkle or crease, or form to the figure wearing it. The hands were jammed into the pockets at the side. The shoes were smooth looking leather, small, they weren't meant for such a terrain. Though the figure seemed to walk effortlessly across the sand, out into the light. The golden motes exploded outward into the sandstorm, disappearing from existence.
The man was finally visible, his strange garb was black with golden lines running down it. His hat was black with a golden ring around the base of it. He wore a strange mask over his face, a very strange one, it was golden in nature, like a lot about him, and appeared to be a shield of sorts. It had a broad top, then it had a pointed tip, and it bent down the middle vertically to cover around the sides of his face. It was held in place with three leather buckles that was around the back of his head, but there were...other means that kept it in place no matter what.
The storm was already starting to calm, dying down, which was probably for the best. He could see in it though, no one really understood why, but he could still do it. There was a slow walk through the swirling dust and sand, which seemed almost to harmlessly slide off of him. "Hm, it would almost be beautiful if not a nuisance." His voice was light and airy, it wasn't very low or deep, it was...young sounding, but at the same time it had such a strange wealth of knowledge behind it. Wise and experienced to put it mildly.
As he walked, the storm was dying, the dust and the sand was settling. It was then he saw something strange, something that wasn't supposed to be there. It was...dark...it was in the sand, and there were...arms. He stepped up to the side of the strange body, looking down at it. For a moment, he did nothing, just...had his covered gaze stare at her. A hand came out from his pocket, one covered in a soft golden glove and gestured to her. The sand began to move away from her rapidly as she began to lift up from the sand, a strange golden light encompassing her. When she was there finally free from the sand, he shook his head as he started to walk again, noting a close settlement.
She followed along beside him, unconscious, bathed in the golden light, floating with him. It was hard to understand what his emotion was, but underneath the mask he was smiling to himself. Finally they came to a small village and he knocked upon the nearest home. A young man opened the door, and had a slightly worried expression on his face. "I would like to borrow your house, this woman was stuck in the sand storm. She requires medical attention, but I do not have any thing on me to help her." The man generously allowed the strange man and the floating golden woman inside. The two of them placed the woman onto a spare bed, and the light faded and disappeared from her, settling her down. "A cloth, with some water, she may have suffered from heat exhaustion. Let us raise her feet as well, just in case." It was better to be safe, than to be sorry. They put some pillows under her legs, elevating her feet, and the man fetched a pail and some water, as well as a cloth. They placed a damp cloth on her forehead, and finally the strangely dressed man got a chair and sat in front of the woman's bed, waiting for her.
"Leave us." The man's voice was firm, but it was kind. The young man nodded and quickly left his own house. There was an aura about the man, a power, that made some people obey him, which was good in some situations. Now it was time to wait for her to awake.
