“Ouch!” I yelped, as the hot blue moon instantly scorched the small of my back. I bitterly tucked my silken shirt back in and continued on to the well through the shifting blue sands.
It had been weeks now. Weeks of drought and hours of cold labor in the hours where the dæjein, or sun, as the barbarians up north called it, was up and shining.
When I reached the well, there was a long ...
