Irade
May 11, 12:51 pm BT – 10:51 am UT, Somewhere In The Tian Shan Mountain Range, China
That settled it. The universe hated her.
There was no other possible explanation as to why she would meet a boy out on the mountain range right after bawling her eyes out.
On the other hand, this boy was cute. Irade was immediately drawn into his deep, black eyes that brimmed with concern. He had long lashes and thick, shapely eyebrows that went well his his defined jawline.
"Hah? Siz kim bolosiz? Teinapqaldingmu?"
Uyghur. He was speaking Uyghur to her, but she barely noticed. His voice was surprisingly light, but definitely deep.
Embarrassed, Irade looked away. Then she snuck a look back, noting that the boy was wearing modern jeans and sneakers, but with a blue woolen vest. He was also holding a bow with an arrow nocked, and had a quiver slung across his back.
