With every step they took, their forms changed. Vaika was no longer in her nurse outfit, now covered by layers and layers of baggy clothes, made from cotton. They were a mixture of white and grey, covering her from top to bottom.
Wound around her hand was cotton strips, leaving no skin exposed. They were soil-laden, dirty from a lack of washing. There were signs of tear on her clothes, with the bits flailing due to the wind. She caught hold of a long flying ribbon, tore it from her dress, and tied it around her hips, securing it.
A turban fully covered her head, only baring her eyes. Hung on her back was a large bag, made from goatskin. Contained within were an array of materials, the top securely held by a rope. Every step she took caused her feet to sink into the sand, with some of it collecting in the folds on her shoe.
