The heat is unbearable. Reality melts, and takes you with it as you bathe in sweat, awakening from beneath your fading shade. This isn't the place to sleep in. Get up, is something you have to remind yourself with each passing morning. You spend your lonely nights pining now as your sore muscles rest, staring off into the void of sand, and wind as you simply try and decide what's next.

Every afternoon, you wake up angry as you bake in the heat. There's no safety in traversing the dunes through the sun, especially when you can't find it here.

At least house arrest becomes an easier thing to handle when you have a pool, peeling yourself off the thin, damp grass to shake what sand you can from your coat. That's another thing: the sand gets everywhere, without end. It continues its assault without mercy. Another reason to hate this place, one more scribble on the list as of why you should be getting out of here faster.

Bleary-eyed, and sluggish, your stroll towards relief matches that of a zombie, barely there as you slowly work to remove the tight braid out of your tail along the way. You don't even think to check and see if someone is there when you do arrive, recalling that the citizens here seem to be more feral than civilized. As far as your knowledge extends, they are nothing more than wild animals, though more than welcoming to strangers should someone stumble upon them.

Which in this case, falls your fate today. Your vision remains fogged when her voice pipes up. The middle of your nose scrunches up before you're able to lay your gaze upon her, already half-tempted to say something witty to send her on her way. The oasis to yourself sounds lovely this morning, but -

Oh, okay.

You should've come to the natural conclusion that eventually, there would be someone of, ahem, quality here, but didn't expect them to fall so quickly into your line of thought. Your sharpening vision brings you a lady, she said, who fails to give you the adequate attention you should already be receiving. It simply won't do.

"If a lady doesn't want to be watched as she bathes, maybe she shouldn't bathe herself in public." Confidence carries your voice towards her, allowing yourself an expressive stretch as you reach the shoreline. You will get what you want. "Would the lady" you tease with specific emphasis to the title she's given herself, "like some assistance with her bath?"