Whoosh—
A gust of wind swept across the barren night desert, carrying with it fine grains of sand that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. From the dark shadow stretching across the dunes, a figure silently emerged — a woman with long, raven-black hair and piercing crimson eyes that glowed faintly like burning embers.
A moment later, a faint fluttering echoed from above.
A second figure descended from the night sky — a young blonde girl with twin ponytails, her delicate frame no taller than the other woman's chest. A pair of leathery, bat-like wings extended from her back, beating the air a few times before folding tightly against her spine as she landed beside her companion.
"Mia," the blonde girl spoke in a light, somewhat childish voice, "shouldn't we keep moving? Isn't traveling at night safer for us?"
The dark-haired woman, Mia, turned her head slightly, her crimson eyes narrowing. Her tone was cold and distant, but beneath that frost was a faint tremor of nostalgia.
