The longer Ash remained out here, the more annoyed she grew. This was due to a myriad of different things which all combined then and there to make her day worse. The sand, which threatened to get into her eyes with every gust of wind that blew over her. The sweat, which coated her skin, letting that same sand stick to it. But, most of all, the fact that she couldn't get that earlier image out of her head, as much as she tried to.
The picture of that family, smiling and laughing with each other as Ash just stood there. It almost felt like she was being mocked.
Ugh, just don't think about it, Ash told herself. Sand reavers. Where the hell are these things supposed to be? I've been walking around here for a while.
