We’ve been walking for quite a while, but save a few glances, there’s not a word from him.  Is he mad that I dragged him along?  I might have been a little pushy when I asked him to come, but he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to.

That constant hazy image over the distance never came closer no matter how far we walked.  Even the heat is not helping; it only heightens the tension.  I wish he’d utter a word.  Any word would do.  I don’t want to start, but I really want us to talk; I want to get to know him.

But why is he all quiet?  I hate mysteries.  I so hate mysterious guys.  Why is he keeping to himself?  Could he be thinking about Dread or Bastion or… me?  Could he be still angry at me for leaving him the other time?  But I couldn’t help it – he was being so silly.

Everytime I look at him my heart stirs.  In anger?  In confusion?  I don’t know.   He just keeps to himself.  He stares on the ground, or at the sky.  He is definitely worried about something, yet he seemed so peaceful.  Innocent.  He is nothing like Dread.

Ammos is still far off – I can’t do this anymore.  The silence is killing me.  I wish I could read minds so I would know what he is thinking.  I wish he’d just walk away so at least I will know he is frustrated.  I wish he wouldn’t give me this cold shoulder.  I have so many wishes I didn’t realize.  I wish they wouldn’t bother me anymore.

This is so not me.  I don’t even know why I’m worried about what he is thinking about.  I would usual take this stroll by myself.  I never needed anyone’s company or help.  But why, out of reflex, did I ask him to come with me?  I just don’t know.  But mystery and silliness aside, he seems like a pretty nice guy.

And there goes another deep breath.  He seems kind of anxious about something.  I couldn’t believe I am this speechless.  I am never this boring.  This will probably be my last stroll with him.  He would never want to party with me ever again.

Look away!  He’s about to look at you.

“Hey, princess!  Take it easy.”

And my heart stopped beating.  Suddenly I don’t know what to say.  But you have to say something.  Say anything.  Now.

“No one has ever called me that.”

And then he smiled.  It’s true, he is nothing like Dread.

Aegis
3rd day of the 7th moon, First Generation (G.T.)
Miles away from Hudria, the Desert Oasis