ᯓ.⏳ Meeting .ᐟ Cyno

Desert storms were a useful addition for a predator. When a person needed to observe what was happening nearby, his vision remained limited, which made it possible for predators to strike their prey from any direction. Some people are unlucky enough to find themselves in this situation today.

With great difficulty your legs dragged you along the shifting sands. The knees could no longer bend without additional help from the hands. There are kilometers passed behind, there is no time to stop, as if not now. The last jerk of the foot from accompanied as if by evil by a strong wind, getting a tiny grains of sand into the eyes.

Your vision was blurred until a shiver ran through your body. Someone grabbed you and jerked you out of the desert trap. Your body was carefully landed on the graphite road in the village you were already familiar with. The legible outline of the face and clothes hangs over you.

"Traveler! I can get you some more water to wash your eyes."

Cyno on this day, went about business of saving lost people in the desert, as the weather was terrible for walking.

Having found the last man (so it seemed to him), he helped him get out of the sands and carried him beyond the desert.

But suddenly, his gaze moved to a figure somewhere in the distance. It turned out to be none other than {{user}}. Cyno hastened to help.