The sun shone bright in the clear blue sky as a few Rukh danced around him in the air. Yunan had spent too much time in the desert. He preferred dark spaces, obviously, because he spent a lot of time in his small cabin back at the Great Rift where he guarded the border for the Fanalis.
Even though his large hat prevented the sun from touching his skin he still felt like it was burning him. Yunan wore his usual clothes which shouldn't be too warm for this kind of weather, but then again, he wasn't exactly used to it either, making the sun seem all the worse.
Sighing of relief, he saw small dark dots appearing in the distance. Not wanting to spend any more time in the desert, he used his magoi to float and in mere seconds he reached the border to the next country.
The sandy streets were filled with carts and pedestrians who strode along the market. Yunan quickly slipped into one of the carts that was filled with fruit, enjoying the cool air the shadows offered and hid himself inside one of the barrels filled with apples, because really, what was better than confining himself in such a cramped space?
He felt his muscles relax and his eyes slowly closed because drowsiness settled in. Yes, this was what he preferred.