The caravan was moving at a steady and slow speed. Except for the light chattering, grunting of wheels and exhausted sighs of the animals, the surroundings were pretty silent.
The sun was at its peak of fury, throwing the canons of its heat bombs at mother earth. The barren land with no trace of green did little to defend against the king of light in the sky.
Sweat didn't only drip but drenched every person from head to toe. Theodora learned how to wear the headgear that the clan members wore. She asked for help from a woman riding on a horse with her brother.
Theodora made one for herself and one for Gerald. And yet it did nothing much to shield them from the sunlight. Her dress stuck to her back, her armpits were as wet as the ocean around Warthford Island.
Her eyes drooped on their own as she dozed off to sleep on Gerald's shoulder. He too found his eyes growing heavy. The more water he drank, the more he sweated.
